Peregyrn doesn't cut a dashing figure. Indeed, most people would mistake him for a servant or a moderately well-off merchant, albeit a sickly one. Thin and too pale to be healthy, Peregryn usually wears a dark woolen coat and breeches- even on relatively mild nights. His too-pale face is thin, verging on cadaverous, and his eyes seem slightly too big for his face. Often he will wear a broad coachman's hat to help hide his eyes and the disturbing intensity contained within. While his chin covered in the rough stubble of someone long on the road, he has an easy smile that is just a little off.

The road will often see him swap his woolen coat for gambeson, and a compact bow and quiver at his side, for the merchant takes few risks. Yet he is know to kine and Cainite alike as the one to go to if you need some rare or old text. If he doesn't have a copy on hand, he may be able to get one. Originals cost extra, of course.