Efrim is tall and lean.  His skin is pallid, his shoulders slumped and his cheeks are hollow.  The smile that once could light up a room is never seen and his once infectious laugh is never heard.  Deep scars are seen on his throat and a scar runs from under his left eye, down his cheek to under his chin.  His once youthful face is now lined and worn.  The biggest difference from the time they left are his eyes, the bright  eyes of his youth are gone for they now hold a world of sorrow in them.

He wears simple, but well made clothes and carries only a dagger for a weapon.  A warm cloak is draped over him but he doesn't seem to care about the warmth that it provides.  A sling bag hangs over one arm and a near empty pouch of coins hangs from his waist.