a smirking 50-year-old adventuring bard who stands face is sunworn and scared, busted veins in his slightly bent nose, white grey hair is starting to thin, unkept beard that seems longer on one side, face has aged and been beaten by both fist and sun, wrinkles carve war like trenches across the canvas, but dug by either smile or frown is to close to call, eyes still burn an emerald green