Merdel had been around the block, at least that's what it looked like. Worn but well made clothing, he boasted some scars, long white hair, a pair of daggers, and as often as he could afford it, some new form of pipeweed that was rolled into a thick stick.

Medium height and build, Merdel didn't stand out in a crowd outside of his eyes that looked like he had seen many things in his years and maybe he was still looking for something.