Alaric is a man carved from old oak and road dust. He possesses a permanent, pronounced stoop that makes him look like he is perpetually searching for a dropped coin. His skin is the texture of cured leather, deeply lined by decades of sun and wind. He wears a massive, wide-brimmed hat made of stiff, oiled felt that casts his eyes into constant shadow. Contradicting his ragged, dusty exterior, his fingernails are trimmed perfectly short and his hands are kept meticulously clean, a necessity for handling the delicate parchment of the mail he carries. He moves with a slow, rhythmic gait that matches the swaying of his cart.