Before you would stand an aging Basset Hound, mainly black in coloration. His face was a reddish-brown, though, a small splotch of white on the left side of his snout. He had no true hair; it had been cropped to smooth fluidly with the rest of his silken coat. A silver pair of spectacles aided his sight, which has only blurred within his old age.

 

A simple cloak of pea green rests upon his broad shoulders; it is slightly tattered through years of wear. Deep emerald robes hang over his stocky chest. Near the waist, a golden rope serves as a belt; his belly slightly pudging, but not to extreme extents. White trousers finish wear the hem falls short upon his legs; tanned leather sandals upon his feet.