A rakish grin, and a stride of confidence, mark his demeanor. Colorful velvet drapes his handsome frame, fitting loosely upon his upper body and somewhat more *ahem* closely upon his lower. His tall hide boots are cracked and worn from the roads he's traveled, sometimes at his leisure and other times less so. Alongside the traveler's satchel upon his back stretches the neck of a lutara crafted of silver deodar. His long and deft fingers, each adorned by ornate black iron rings, shift constantly and a flash of light catches the ivory plectrum that moves between them.

His face is a pleasing contrast of angles which seem able to shift with equal ease between whatever emotion he might feel, or feel the need to show. His skin is a rich shade of topaz, decorated with the swirling black abstract tattoos of his clan along his shoulders and arms in a mesmerizing pattern which almost seems to shift as one tries to follow their lines. His hair, raven and slightly longish, falls to frame his eyes. Those eyes twinkle, a merry green reminscent of Silvanus in spring that is only accentuated by his thick, dark lashes. Is that mischief one sees in them?

Perhaps, for who can truly claim to know the thoughts of a Sarista?