A narrow-faced man who moves like a shadow shifted across moss. His skin shows faint scars in pale arcs along his right forearm from thorn and rope, each one puckered like a map of old journeys. He keeps his hair shaved on the temples and long at the back, braided with a single strip of green leather. His boots are always dusted with half-baked clay from riverbanks. When he stands in bright sun he seems to squint into it as if testing a memory. Unexpectedly, he wears a single silver child's bell tied inside his cloak hem that rings on rare, deliberate steps.