A lean figure wrapped in a long, patchworked overcoat of deep sea-green textiles and mismatched leather panels. His skin has the faint, ashy lavender tint common to his clan but with a salt-scarred texture around the jaw, as if wind and sea have sanded him. Small, curling horns sweep back from his temples and are rimed with a pale calcified film that glitters when he moves. He walks with an easy, ocean-sway rhythm but moves his head too quickly when startled, like a gull suddenly alarmed. When he speaks he often taps the brass compass pinned to his coat. An unexpected element: tucked into the breast pocket of his coat is an immaculate, ivory child's shoe that is far too pristine for someone so travel-beaten.