Of above average height and broad of shoulder, Jerec looks every bit a middle aged wanderer of lonely roads and beaten trails. His drab robes are worn and covered in dust, his beard is thick and flecked with grey, though well groomed and combed, and his face is slightly weather-beaten.

He carries a walking staff nearly as tall as him, with a curious, milky gem atop the head while a traveling bag is strapped snugly to his side. A closer inspection reveals that the staff is too well crafted to be a simple travelers staff, while Jerec's eyes both shine with a piercing intelligence and yet are shrouded with secrets, a most curious conflict for a mere traveler.

When Jerec speaks his voice has a deep and rich timber, and his words convey wisdom and counsel all listening would do well to heed.