Caelen moves with the economical grace of a man who has trained in both blade and scroll. His steps are deliberate; he rarely rushes. He wears a faded leather baldric covered in painstakingly stitched sigils in pale thread. His left forearm bears a pale circular scar ringed with faint blue lines that glow softly when he channels magic. When relaxed he fiddles absentmindedly with a copper coin engraved with a tree and a river. Unexpectedly, his right sleeve is always cuffed to show an expensive, slightly tarnished lace cuff beneath common leather, a contradictory flourish that hints at a past life of gentility.