A cold visage, a graceful man, layered in leather and cloth. Soundless in breath and motion, betraying the steel profession he had chosen. If there were weapons present upon him, little more than his rapier could be seen on his side. Without even an inch of skin visible, upon even the first tone, the submissive accent of a male Drow sounded, revealing the man's heritage. Only modest in height, he also lacked in muscle, giving him a lithe appearance. Though it wasn't to be mistaken for a weak or incapable foe.