This man stands before you with an unreadable expression. His eyes seem distant, and his focus appears to be elsewhere. Whatever happens to occupy most passersby's attention only loosely affects his. It truly seems as if the trifling details of the world around him mean very little to the man.

His attire appears to be well suited for travel and, though parts of its fabric appear exquisite, almost ethereal and otherworldly, it is in equal parts rough. Where the beautiful craftsmanship ends, an unskilled hand supplies for a quick solution, be it patchwork or otherwise. This man carries himself with dignity and the privacy of his thoughts appears well hidden underneath a well-placed kasa.

On rare occurrences, when his attention is successfully captured, one would normally see him slightly raising his chin - betraying a quick, knowing smirk - before his thoughts consume him again. On such an instance, one would see a rather handsome, young looking man, slightly bearded and with a piercing, taunting gaze. It seems to challenge the notion that would-be inspectors ever hope to near his level.