Lean and weathered with ropy muscles and a calm, watchful stance. He moves with springy, catlike precision and a quiet rhythm that makes even noisy rooms seem to quiet when he enters. His forearms are tattooed in a lattice of faded ink that looks like cracked river ice when he flexes. He keeps one sleeve deliberately shaved, revealing a long, faint white scar that runs from wrist to elbow. Contradictory to the austerity of a monk, he wears a single bright turquoise bead threaded on a leather thong at his collarbone that glints when he smiles.