The elf known as Sir Cal is big for an elf. He is taller, broader of shoulder, and more muscular than much of his kin. His build is really more human than elf. His face is unremarkable, and he lets his blonde, almost golden, hair grow long.

For clothing, he favors red. His traveling cloak is a modest oiled canvas. It was once red, but years of travel and dirt have robbed it of its original luster. He also wears a red hat with a wide floppy brim, topped with a griffin feather. This too, has clearly seen years of use, but somehow he always seems to keep the feather looking fresh. He keeps his torso covered with a silvery shirt of elven mail. Simple black tights and well-worn, knee-high boots cover his legs and feet.

Cal favors the long sword and carries a thin blade at his belt and a bandolier of daggers across his chest. Those who have worked with him before know he prefers to fight with a dagger rather than a shield in his left hand.