Darkly haired and smartly dressed, he's a slender cut of man bearing a stubbled beard and grey, accommodating gaze. Deft, long-fingered hands are most often seen dancing with brightly papered "cloves," and his is an easy manner, enjoying conversation.
Between a speculative nature and severe chrono-impairment, he’s disposed to non-sequential logic and has a habit of keeping odd hours. Fluent in both nuance and discretion, he’s quick with languages and has a knack for turning up unexpectedly.
Polylingual, empathic in myriad spectrums, he’s possessed by a unique talent for sniffing out treasures and derives his greatest pleasure from finding for others the thing their heart most desires.
Fleet of foot, he has the spanning reach and general gait of a man that can carry his own with a sword. Or at the very least, of a man that knows how to avoid one.