From a distance or in the darker corners of a tavern, Dacc-Dacc looks like just another traveler in long, dusty, hooded robes.  Their clothes are sturdy and warm, not expensive-looking.  The skin tone you can see is a bit dark for the southern reaches, but it's still the color of skin.  The ears seem a little big, but it's hard to be sure under the hood.  Their voice and inflections are a little hard to pin down, but they're quiet and polite and mostly keep to themself.

Those that get up close see that Dacc-Dacc's face is covered in scales instead skin.  So are their fingers, when they emerge from the robes.  Instead of hair, there seem to be five ridges running from their forehead on back over their head.  And the ears are quite large, in fact.

In conversation, Dacc-Dacc speaks with the calm assuredness of many years, with compassion for the discarded people and misbegotten children, and with open questions obliquely seeking more information.