Rennor possesses the lithe grace of his elven heritage but it is dampened by a heavy, world-weary slouch. His skin is the color of cured oak, and his amber eyes are often narrowed as if looking through a magnifying lens. He wears a heavy, blackened leather apron stained with various oils and dyes. Most notably, he never removes his elbow-length, dark violet suede gloves. These gloves are fitted with tiny silver buckles and hum with a faint, rhythmic magical vibration. Despite the grit of his shop, he wears a pristine, high-collared silk cravat that looks absurdly regal against his workbench. His movements are clinical and precise, but he keeps his hands constantly slightly elevated, as if they are too sensitive to rest on any surface.