A half-elf who looks both hurried and meticulously composed. His left cheek bears a thin raised scar that curls like a copper filament and is faintly stained with oil. He favors his right arm when working but walks with a steady purposeful gait. The left sleeve of his coat is lined with transparent glass patches revealing a lattice of tiny brass gears beneath the fabric, an unexpected contradiction between worn tailor's cloth and mechanical innards. He carries a satchel of lenses and a folded canvas that is never truly clean. When he concentrates the pupils of his eyes narrow to pinpricks, as if measuring light itself.