The T'skrang is average in height and length, yet perhaps just a bit heavy-set.  He has autumn colors - dark reds atop fading through orange to a yellow underbelly.  He wears intricately embroidered silken robes.  Not just patterns, but scenes, woven into the cloth, some of them so artfully done that the scenes move as the fabric does.  The wyvern on his sleeve rising and darting to attack the warrior upon his robe with the movements of his arm.  The maiden resting beneath a tree, and the gauzy material above it with embroidered clouds that seem to flow when the wind ripples the lighter cloth.
 He walks with a staff, but his seems to be but that - made for walking, without the strength or shape to use as a weapon.  He seems ill suited to stillness, pacing when he thinks and gesturing expansively when he speaks.