Tavion's demeanor was that of someone comfortable on the road: he was calm, relaxed, and constantly scanning for any potential threats. A copper medallion of faith which displayed the single rose of Majere hung prominently from his neck, catching any stray gleams from the sun.

Slung across his back was a longbow and quiver. The craftsmanship of the bow was exquisite, suggesting archery was not just a hobby. His clean robe and well-organized possessions pointed towards him being a very disciplined man. He let out a soft chuckle at the conversation and continued to listen as he warily watched for any threats.