A head of white hair, a somewhat ragged white beard and a face that appears stuck in a perpetual frown sit atop a scrawny body of slightly above average height, and draped in robes of muted colors.

Zulkandar looks every bit a sinister figure.

It doesn't help that he appears to prefer standing in the shadows, just out of the light. He carries a weathered staff nearly as tall as him, while a traveling bag is strapped snugly to his side.

His eyes shine with intelligence but those who dare to take a closer look can see a raw, unending hunger behind the darkness of his orbs.

When Zulkandar speaks his voice is soft with a deep timber, and his words convey
wisdom and counsel all listening would do well to heed.