A once-foppish figure who now looks more accustomed to hard work, Tremaine stands as if he should be in command of any situation, but fails to pull it off, a bit as if he just doesn't realize what the dynamic is between the people around him, or he just expects that they will follow his lead.

He is otherwise unremarkable as a light-skinned, dark-haired, dark-eyed human of middling height.

His clothing and gear are something else entirely.  Each item seems to have been made by a master craftsman, and all show both the signs of long wear, and of excellent upkeep.  His hands move with unconscious ease from a toggle on his vest to the hilt of a dagger, each movement seeming to check for proper placement and condition as much as to interact with each item individually.