Atop over six feet high at the withers of Percheron-styled body – very solid and broad, but refined and sculpted muscle that spoke of fine breeding and powerful work – Talrand’s torso showed the same musculature, but sun-kissed flesh rose to nine feet.  Lines of laughter marked the corners of his eyes and lips, and despite his size, it seemed mirth was the default expression, and his deep forest-green irises measured the world, absorbing what it had to share.  The centaur’s equine body was thick and broad, with solid legs to carry his weight, although he did not move with the restriction of one bound by muscle - rather fluid and graceful as water around rocks in the stream.  His hair and tail were dark black, fading into his equine body, although he often wrapped his head in scarves of bright colour during the day, or darker hues for night.  Like centaur, he likely massed close to a couple thousand pounds.

A shortbow and quiver of arrows girded his back, and saddlebags atop a harness over his equine back provided carriage.  A simple wooden lance sported a colourful pennant, but lacking any form of symbol - simply colour.  Wintertime might bring forth heavy furs or gloves, but the centaur body was good at tolerating the outdoors.  Gauzy wraps of silks for sun protection, or explorer’s clothing when venturing or working, but none of it was exceptional value, simply serviceable.