Standing at a diminutive five feet flat this jaluk does not immediately strike an imposing figure. Though what he lacks in size he certainly looks to make up for in an aura of cunning malediction. His features are as handsome as any other drow, no more, no less. Long lines of experience cut down the lean face and sharp hawk like nose, while his lips seemed to be constantly curled in an expression of sardonic delight.

His dress is a bit unusual for his people, but is better known among the more roguish outcasts of his society; preferring the long jackets and tall boots of the surface, wide brimmed hat bedecked with a large feather, silk blouses of the smooth and airy design, all dyed the characteristic black that so many seem to prefer but for him seems the perfect fit. Indeed in his long jacket and hat with a predatory gaze and hungry smile this jaluk cuts the perfect picture of a black fox in your hen house.

No lights; a very flexible man ready and waiting for anything you think you can throw, if he doesn't toss his stone first. :)