Ravengro's chief council officer is a tall, broad man with an aristocratic bearing; he is the sort of stout that gives the impression of great strength run to fat with age, and exudes a mild, harmless sort of minor self-importance, like that of a small-time shopkeeper who considers himself to be a pillar of the local economy. He has a dark, keen gaze, a receding hairline, and immaculate clothing cut in a style that would probably be only six or seven months out of date in a larger city.