Standing a little over six feet tall, the lean dark haired Shal carries himself with an air of cockiness, one of purpose and knowing his place in the world.

  He carries a gladius at his hip, the pommel well worn.  His clothing is of good quality, mostly dark with just a splash of color.  If he wears any armor, it is fairly light and quiet beneath his clothes.   He watches the world around with keen and eyes and ears, as well as with a small sense of mirth.