A lithe, bookish lad, Sefton is easily at home in a library or  playing music in the village square. His skin is tanned from much travel on the road, and his boots are worn with the passing of many ways. His chestnut brown hair is cropped short, though a few unruly strands of hair escape from time to time. He has a clear tenor voice, pleasant in tone whether he is speaking or singing, and an inquisitive green-eyed glance which he turns at anything which happens to catch his fancy. Usually - a good book or a well-strung harp. Though his cloak is dusty from travelling, and his boots have seen better days, Sefton makes it a point of pride that his headwear is always exquisitely maintained, and owns quite a few fine hats.