Maredh Vezuri moves with the careful economy of a man carrying a bowl filled to the brim, even when sprinting across rooftops. His face is broad at the cheekbones and narrow at the jaw, with a small crescent scar beneath his left eye. His hands are heavily callused, but his fingernails are kept immaculate and painted with tiny blue mineral dots used in his monastery's breathing exercises. He has the weathered look of a river traveler, yet he dislikes open water and becomes visibly tense near docks. His smile is unexpectedly boyish, brightening an otherwise severe expression. He leaves people with the impression that he has already forgiven them for something they have not yet done.