Clad in strange fabrics of hues you've never seen, before, this man is of middling height and average build, with a balding dome and a short gray beard framing sleepy-looking, dark eyes. His sash and gloves bear the strange symbol you must assume represents the Aster Water Guild, and he has an almost fussy manner, as if he is constantly finding everyone around him falling just short of expectations. His skin is fairer than you have ever seen, and small lines radiating outward from the corners of his mouth echo his persistent, dissatisfied frown.