Weathered, deliberate, and slightly theatrical. He keeps his movements low and economical, like a man who measures every step. His left cheek is scored with a pale crescent scar that starts at the jawline and vanishes under his beard. He usually stands half-turned; when he laughs he curls his fingers around the rim of his canteen as if to steady something inside. Unexpected element: he wears a faded, ornate opera mask tucked into his belt as if it were a talisman rather than a disguise.