At 5ft8 and right around a 180lbs, the average sized man moved with a smooth practiced gait, the long red and gold toga wrapped around his shoulder and swirling around his waist swayed in the wind. Dark chestnut hair blew around his face, a little longer than medium length it framed the face of the good looking man and hung over his dark eyebrows partially obscuring the observant golden eyes peering out from under it. The slightly scruffy beard and mustache accenting his tanned skin and the lines around his eyes and mouth from many, many smiles. Just the wrong side of forty he was still fit and wiry. His long sleeved white shirt with a high collar had some silver embroidery around the edges and dark leather bracers attached to fingerless leather gloves covered the palms and backs of his hands.

An amulet hung around his neck, a compass swirling at the end of it as he walked with a comfortable steady stride, the click, click of his dark ornate staff striking the dirt not hiding it's carvings and the gem at the join of head and body of the staff that glittered in purple light as it caught the sun. A masterly crafted dagger hung on right hip and a oversized measuring tool hung at the left side of his fancy rope belt. A pouch hung almost to his knees and a large tube designed for carrying loads slung over his shoulder. The plain leather breeches hidden by his toga and the well worn but still embroidered walking shoes seemed to have no problem chewing up the distance between him and his destination.