Gallus is a figure who is not easily ignored.  He does not look as tall as the average human, or as large, or as strong.  Still, he is noticeable.

Customarily clad in a black cloak (which obviously covers some form of armor), Gallus's square-jawed, serious look frequently causes observers to do a double-take.  He carries a staff made of a strange, exotic black wood -- although, it does not appear that he needs the staff to aid him in walking.  Indeed, he doesn't look old enough to need such aid.  At his side can be seen the chain from a flail, made of some sort of black metal.  His eyes always appear extremely wide open, as if he is taking in far more than a normal person can see.  There is an intensity, a purpose, emanating from his face . . . his movement . . . his words.

He frequently talks of change: a coming storm that will transform the world.  But these words do not sound as if they come from a madman.  He supports his claim with cold, hard facts ("facts?") of known events ("known events?") from around the world.  He speaks so logically, so convincingly, that some have begun to believe he is right.

And there are whispers that the strange holy symbol around his neck is a symbol of one of the Eldern; long-forgotten, but . . . making a comeback?