Valtherion is a tall red dragonborn whose crimson scales have a dry, mineral texture, like fired clay polished by volcanic wind. Thin silver ley-runes run from his collarbones down both arms, glowing softly beneath the scales whenever he concentrates. He moves with measured economy, placing each foot as if testing the stability of the mountain itself. His horns sweep backward in blunt, asymmetrical ridges, and small plates along his jaw tremble before he speaks. The first impression he leaves is of heat held under discipline. The contradiction becomes clear moments later: for a figure associated with fire and command, he keeps his hands perpetually cool by resting them against wrapped river stones, and he apologizes to doors before opening them.