Theron possesses scales of brilliant, polished gold that shimmer like sunlit water, contrasting sharply with his heavy, charcoal-grey leather jeweler's apron. He moves with a calculated, rhythmic grace that suggests every step is part of a choreographed dance. Over his left eye, he wears an intricate brass mechanical monocle that clicks and whirrs constantly as it adjusts its focus. Despite his regal draconic bearing, he has the curious habit of wearing wool-knit slippers while inside his shop, giving him an unexpectedly domestic air. He smells faintly of old parchment and expensive cinnamon.