A youthful face with features only found in those who hailed far to the East and North of Bree; A culture he scarcely knew as a child growing up in Esgaroth. With the hands of a bear and a stature to match, he is tall and lofty, with his adolescent character not having yet adjusted to the expectations of a person of his size.

With his pilgrimage, he seems to have come into the possession of a greatsword, of which many would likely question his ability to wield properly, given his immaturity. 

When one would expect a voice that would echo through the hills from which his ancestors were born, all that they would hear would be nasal revelation of a child's voice, with the occasional crack to serve as a vexatious reminder that his childhood is not far behind him.

Whilst on the road or traversing the hills, he is bundled in the thick traditional furs of his people, though he tends to wear something more akin to the garb he was accustomed to in his surrogate home of Lake-town, most especially when he is at work.