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He would present an odd sight indeed to those who saw him, with white robes all shimmering in the light, with a belt with pouches handing from it, which seemed to bulge. A dagger was sheathed on one side of his belt, and the staff in his hands was darkest mahogany, all the way up it's six foot height, until the end, where a brass dragon's claw was attached to the top, clutching an orb of purest crystal. To one who could feel it, or sense it, he would almost emit a sense of good, a kind of aura that was his own true self. His age, now above his hundredth year, would make him look somewhere around 50-ish, and very fit. Running for one's life, adventuring, and cooking, chopping wood and all yourself keeps one in very good shape.