Tall, fair haired, Einar son of Egil has a hunted look about him. His clothes, though of fine make, look tired and crumpled as if he has not rested in a comfortable place for a long time, though his weapons look well attended and his ringmail looks bright and strong enough to gain a Dwarfs grudging approval.

His grey/blue eyes are constantly on the move as if in search for some unseen assassin. He speaks little as though speech might cover the stealthy approach of some foe.

Yet there is something trustworthy in his bearing for he carries the trust of no lesser a hero than King Bard himself...