Mormaith is a physically unimposing man with a tall nose, deep-set gray eyes and lips that were made for scowling.  His posture is excellent, his pace is brisk and he comports himself with great dignity.  Unless he’s mocking someone in a juvenile way, but even then the loss of dignity is only temporary.  His hands are ever restless, always searching for new ways to do Good.  He enjoys hot beverages, although his teeth are a bit sensitive.