Duafein stands but a hand's breadth taller than the average elf. His skin is pale, due to lack of exposure to sunlight, and he will rarely, if ever, be found without a hooded cloak. His eyes are blue, his gaze allways appearing to see right through the skin of all things. He will usually carry with him a good amount of both books and scrolls, all carefully handled, and stored away in covers of tough leather on the road, and fine, dyed silk if not. He keeps his clothing, not to mention himself, surprisingly clean, even while travelling, and his hands are at all times soft, clean, and dry, as to take best possible care of the books. Like all elves, he is handsome, though not unusually by the standards of that fair race. A slight hint of a smile, or a smirk, may often be found if his lips are viewed by the keen of eye, but he usually displays few hints of joy, preferring to remain calm at all times.