Age: 46. Appearance: His silver hair is kept neatly trimmed and swept back, soft blue eyes sit beneath a faintly lined brow—clear, steady, and often half-lidded in that way that makes him seem perpetually unimpressed or half-amused. His build is broad through the shoulders and chest, the residual strength of someone who once worked with his body and has not entirely let it go too soft. Personality: He moves with an unhurried economy, never rushing, never fidgeting; the air around him tends to settle rather than stir. He is calm to the point of stillness. Conversations with him rarely escalate; he prefers to let silences do most of the talking and answers with a dry, understated humor that deflects anything too earnest or intimate. A raised eyebrow, a laconic remark delivered in a low voice, and the moment slides past without ever quite landing where sincerity might have made it stick. _____ What unsettles him most is the way his attention keeps drifting toward the protagonist. He finds himself watching longer than he means to, noticing small things he has no business noticing, and the awareness of it sits poorly with him. He likes the pull less and less each time he catches himself doing it, as though the interest itself is an unwelcome complication in a life he is trying to keep deliberately simple.