Standing over seven feet tall with skin the color of river silt and large, floppy ears, Vandil moves with a lethargic, swaying motion as if underwater. His thick, blue-tinged fur is matted with bioluminescent moss and patches of shelf fungi that pulse with a soft violet light. He wears a tattered, filth-stained aristocrat's cravat around his thick neck, a jarring contrast to the crude, wet hide armor covering his barrel chest. He carries a scent of wet slate and stagnant rainwater that lingers long after he departs. Despite his bulk, he steps over sewage pipes with the silent grace of a predator.