Many adornments and trinkets dangle from the limbs of this dark skinned man, from gemmed bracelets of Mulhorandi origin to fine silken drapes from the Shining lands; Most eye-catching would be the stark white theatre mask, it replaced Ozakul's expression with a neutral one and wasn't plain, emblazoned with tribal patterns of gold.

His physique could be admired if the akwardly long arms and legs of his were easier to ignore, they carried wiry muscles defined only due to lack of nourishment, they suited him, for making exaggerated, dramatical movement, but didn't seem like they could lift a boulder to save his life.

Amongst all the trinkets, which seemed useless apart from drawing looks, there was a book of arcane origin chained to his sash, it had the universal symbol of conjuration etched upon it, runes like those ease the use and increase the power of the spells belonging to their school, they're concidered cheap and are usually frowned upon in mage society.

Don't worry about my lights.