A brown cloak whose training edge bears frays and grey mud stains tells those who regard Vareth that he is well traveled...or at least his cloak is.  Wearing blue-grey trimmed in white and gold under the cloak one can hear creak of hardened leather shifting when he walks letting those with sharp ears know he's wearing some light armour beneath the tabard that bears a stylized heart that looks wooden.  His face is obscured by a cowl and a featureless thin mask made of cold iron that gives the impression of a faceplate to a helm when the cowl is up.

Beneath the mask and clothing a young man resides.  Dark hair and strange green eyes lay upon his head and a body battered by hard training to endure the rigors that he could face.  His bearing, voice and face are all pleasing but that's to be expected from one of Rao's Envoy's.  His smile is easy though it's clear he's not all talk as the mace dangling from his hip is well battered but taken care of longsword along with a dagger on the opposite side that could be drawn while he wore the small buckler on his arm.

It's only later that individuals would hear the sound of horses, two light ones with riders and one heavy without.  It appeared that the Envoy had the company of two that appeared to be younger ones looking to follow in his footsteps.  They were even more lightly armoured and armed and didn't have the symbol on their clothing though so perhaps they were just squires or valets.