Broad-shouldered and quick on his feet. He moves like someone who practiced patrol routes in rain and market crowds. His hair is cropped on one side and left longer on top, swept back but often smudged with grime. A faded scar runs along his left jaw that tightens his expression when he speaks of the guard. The leather of his pauldron is polished only where his hand habitually rests. Unexpected element: he wears a child's red ribbon tied inside his collar, frayed but carefully knotted, as if to hide a soft sentiment beneath his practical gear.