Aldric Thornfield carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone who has seen it all, though his demeanor is one of sharp attentiveness. His dark brown hair, neatly combed under his investigators hat, is complemented by a bushy moustache that curves up in a distinguished, well waxed fashion. A faint hint of gray at the temples gives him a touch of gravitas. His expression is often one of quiet contemplation, as though he’s always piecing together a puzzle that no one else can see.

His attire is both practical and polished. Over his mithril chain shirt, which is lightweight but offers him excellent protection, he wears an inspector’s uniform: a dark, well-tailored coat with brass buttons and a polished badge, signifying his authority. The coat fits just loosely enough to be functional without sacrificing style, and it flares out slightly at the hem for ease of movement. The gleam of his chain shirt is only noticeable when the light hits it just right, suggesting the subtleties of a man who takes care in his appearance.

Aldric’s accessory of choice is a finely crafted cane, made of polished oak with a silver handle shaped like an eye. At times, he uses it to punctuate his thoughts or make a point during his investigation.

A pipe, always present, is clenched between his teeth. The subtle aroma of his favorite tobacco—a blend of aged pipeweed and spices—lingers in the air, serving as an olfactory marker of his presence. He takes long, contemplative drags, using the time to think through the myriad clues and theories constantly swirling in his mind.