Gunter Ibramson wears the robes of a priest, but he does not fit the stereotype of a man who has lived his life in the service of the god.  His hands are rough and dirty, with various scars and burns.  The majority of the time however, he covers the worst of them with thick leather gloves which expose only his fingers.  He wears sturdy walking boots which kick out occasionally from under his robes, and his face, though he is not unpleasant looking, has darkened with the sun-kissed look of a man who spends the majority of his work outdoors.

He looks at home on the hike to the debate, a long walking staff in his left hand, a large leather case in his right.  On his back he has a small backpack which is stuffed to the brim, parts of his sleeping furs fall out from the top and spill down the side, though it does not appear to bother Gunter in the least.

The most curious thing about Gunter though is his intense cerebral manner.  He seeks to understand everything, as if in understanding it, the thing is mastered.  Though he does not say so much openly, Gunter seems to have a much more difficult time with belief...