Tall and slightly stooped in a way that makes him look like someone who listens to the world more than it listens to him. His left cheek is faintly scarred with a jagged pale line that breaks into a swirl near his jaw, the mark of an old ritual. His right sleeve is always rolled to mid-forearm exposing a tattoo of a compass rose inked in a midnight blue that shifts a shade darker when moonlight touches it. He moves with quiet deliberation but has quick, birdlike gestures when he is excited. Unexpectedly, he keeps one polished child's marble in a pocket sewn inside his coat and sometimes lets it roll between his fingers when thinking.