You see a graying middle aged man. Dressed in finery of all sorts. Set of pale brown eyes, almost hint of gold in them seem to be scanning his surroundings at all times. Broader frame if not somewhat short for a noble, average height indeed only but a inch or two short of 6 feet tall. Large forehead and ears, hooked nose, thin wide lips gives impression of something beastly, perhaps a goat. And indeed, the man's signet ring would bear a symbol of a goat's head. Those with keen knowledge of the city of Blacksteel, Caleb is the head the one in head of his house, that of the Drachmoor. A recently reconstructed and rising manor in heart of Blacksteel, though their presence long known before as the architects, engineers and indeed masonry work.