Tsali moves like a river-worn stone: slow, deliberate, and inexorably steady. He stands with shoulders squared but relaxed, rarely wasting motion. His skin carries the warm bronze of frequent sun and time outdoors, freckled across the bridge of his nose. He keeps his black hair in a low, tight braid threaded with thin strips of tanned deer hide and a single copper bead carved with a crescent motif. His beard is trimmed close. At his throat hangs a small wooden carving of Mantou, darkened by sweat and smoke. His everyday clothing is practical modern outdoors wear: a muted olive field jacket with reinforced elbows, a charcoal flannel shirt, heavy canvas trousers, and scuffed leather boots with a moss-green wool lining. Over his right shoulder is a leather sling rig for his rifle, worn supple by use. Contradiction: he wears a simple digital wristwatch beside a thin hide wrist cuff of woven beads and feathers, blending modern tools with traditional tokens. His movements are economical but capable of sudden, explosive speed when needed, and his calm gaze gives the impression he sees the same world others do but also another layer beneath it.