A short, scrawny human, almost mimicing elven proportions in size and bulk. Far fetched is the dreams of a well exercised body. And yet, he seemingly walks about with a certain charm as he looks with mild and curious eyes upon those he meet.

He dresses smartly, but still practical, surely. A old but not overly worn out leather coat, pants that could have been purchased somewhat recently. And a shirt that most certainly was white at some point, but wash and wear had left it a mild grey.

His voice was soft and cheerful, yet the accent seemed more befitting the street than high court. Each word nuanced lightly in such a manner, either through rhythm or the more soft touch upon those hard letters. The tail end of the words often seeming almost as if they slipped of the lips without the proper effort.