Qeultic moves with the cautious, small motions of someone unlearning reflexes. Their skin ripples with faint pale sigils that glow like moonlight under water. Their head is elongated and smooth with a fringe of silver filaments that twitch when they think. They wear an asymmetrical cloak patched with scales from a sand-serpent and a collar of carved bone beads each etched with micro-runes. Unexpectedly their left hand shows delicate calluses and small gouges like a mason's palm, a contradiction to their otherwise scholarly posture. When anxious they hum a low, repeating syllable under their breath.