Everything about the young human that goes by the name Drostan appears well used and worn though well cared for.  While not short he's not especially tall, nor is he fat or skinny but a well built more muscular version of wiry.  He's got short shod blond hair atop his head and light blue eyes looking out on the world.

A grey cloak hangs over his shoulders that looks to bead up the little bit of water that's gotten on it.  The pack that he wears appears to be mostly empty on the inside but there is a heavy rope attached to the outside.  Beneath the cloak one could easily see the heavily worn leather armour and the slightly looking out of place bronze gauntlets with scorch marks upon them.  A similarly heavy bastard sword hangs at his right waist supported by baldric and belt.  The clothing beneath that poked out from between the armour was either a deep brown, faded black or grey series of tunic, vest and breeches and solid looking boots.

He's got all the air of youthful strength and resilience while the tempered aura of someone not so long ago having served in the military and being posted somewhere where combat had been seen rather than avoided.  Up close he had one other distinguishing characteristic.  There was a distinct band at his throat where the skin was paler than the rest and the obvious connotation was that he'd worn a collar for a long, long time before it had come off.  Criminal or slave it would be up for question but if he'd been criminal he started really young.