He's singing in the town square, playing his lute, tossing his head back, smiling as the sun dances over his scarred tawny-skinned face. His curled brown hair flung from his face, closing his hazel eyes. His expensive sage green silk shirt has romantic sleeves, and is mostly unbuttoned over his chest, showing his toned but slender and scarred pecs. His brown slacks are deliberately loose to cover his wooden prosthetic left leg, which was amputated almost a year ago in the war.