Thalric possesses the lithe grace of an elf softened by decades of sedentary scholarly life. His skin is like fine parchment, covered in a network of faint, glowing tattoos that hum with silver light when he is stressed. His silver hair is kept in a messy top-knot, often used as a makeshift pincushion for quill pens. He moves with a slow, deliberate caution, as if the air around him is made of thin glass. Surprisingly, despite his refined elven features, his hands are calloused and scarred from years of gripping a sword and climbing dungeon walls, a stark contrast to his scholarly robes.