Zheng Yi looks a little plain at first glance, barely making it to 5ft 9 he was solidly built, well muscled, graceful and not unattractive but not wildly good looking.  He had a long curl of black hair flowing down the side of his face, often tucked behind his left ear, but willfully hanging just as often in front of his brown eyes, eyes that look too old for the 28 years his body seems to carry. While clean and well mended his clothing is, at first glance, well mended and practical. A knee length blue robe, parted in two places to allow easy moving or mounting of a horse and covered with a leather harness that carried many pockets and provided some practical protection but none against weapons it did allow him to harness a few bags, pouches and his dagger.

From his neck three amulets sat, one a crystal tear drop, the other two holy symbols, one of Shandakul the other of Mystra. The God of Travel and the Goddess of Magic. A stormbow, clearly somewhat magical, hung at his left on the belt to the back of his body, a pair of fingerless gloves made of some kind of reptilian hide, a cloak curled into a pouch on his back to be released as needed, a small hour glass behind his right hip some sand flowing through it, several pins through his clothing, a pair of well worn, black leather boots and a single dagger at his waist.