A twinkle in his brown eyes almost suggests a youthfulness to this old man. He looks to be about sixty or so with his long gray beard, wrinkles around his eyes, and his red rosy cheeks. He moves as one of his age would move and talks in a manner which may seem feeble, but you cannot help but sense some wisdom to his words - although, the fact that he is often seen talking to trees makes you wonder of his sanity. Spectacles dangle from his nose and with a long walking stick, he leans up against it a bit exhausted from everyday life. You find his embrace and presence warm and welcoming like a grandchild would find his grandfather. When close, you detect the smell of an old pipe, which you may have seen him smoke from time to time. He seems to not carry much, just an old pipe, the walking stick, a book of some sort, and the clothes on his back - simple robes. The only curious thing about this man is the fact that you detect a faint aura of magic around him. (Note - for those with very high intelligence or wisdom you get the impression he's not as feeble as he appears and in his words you see profound wisdom. For everyone else he looks at you with a peircing gaze - it's comforting yet it seems as if he knows you deeply regardless if you've met him before. This is fleeting as with a second look he's simply an old man giving you a warm smile.)