
Description
Edwin is a wiry, quick-moving man in his thirties with the perpetually watchful eyes of someone who's made a career of not getting caught. He dresses to be forgotten: a patched wool cloak over a plain homespun tunic and worn leather jerkin, all in muddy browns and greys, with a wide belt full of concealed pouches and soft-soled boots made for running rather than for show.
His face is unremarkable by design, the kind of face that people forget quickly. A thin scar on his left cheek is the only distinguishing feature he hasn't been able to erase. He speaks quickly and moves even quicker, always seeming ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.