Aldren moves like someone used to crowds and to slipping through them unseen. He favors a half-smile that never quite reaches his eyes. His left forearm is wrapped in thin, overlapping bands of pale leather embossed with faded runes that pulse faintly when he uses magic. He keeps his pact blade sheathed at an odd diagonal across his back and wears a short, shadow-dark cloak lined with moss-green silk. When he walks he tilts his head slightly, as if listening to both the world and an inner whisper. Unexpected element: the tips of three of his fingers are tattooed in silver thread which shimmer like morning frost and leave faint silvery prints on whatever he touches.