The best word to describe Gregar would be brooding. Something painful hides behind his grey, piercing eyes, but there is also compassion, wisdom, and courage.

His long dark brown hair hangs unkempt, framing a handsome, angular face. Gregar is clothed in a travel-worn cassock of his order, white with the edges stained red. Upon each wrist is a long red cord.

In battle, Gregar wears scale mail armor and carries a shield. His weapons of choice are a short-shafted spear and the crossbow.