Before you stands a tall, trim man, easily six feet or so, clothed in a black leather duster, the cowl of which shades two piercing eyes of luminous turquoise-sapphire, which seem to gaze with interest at his surroundings, contemplative and aware. A slightly angular face, pleasant despite his seemingly stern demeanor, is then framed by medium length, raven-dark hair. Across his chest is slung the strap of a dark leather satchel, large enough perhaps for one or two volumes of literature; it hangs to his right. At his left hip, however, hangs a graceful, masterwork longsword, the metallic fittings of the forward-swept cross-guard, pommel, and bisected hilt iridescent and brightly burnished, despite the telltale signs of use, sheathed in a sable and silver scabbard.