Serin Fairsett is a tall young fellow, topping six foot by two inches. He is of very slim build, lithe like a dancer though broad in the shoulders, with a long delicate face and large slightly slanting green eyes. His hair is long and brown reaching a surprising distance down his back, his smile is at once rougish and disarming. He is well dressed though the clothes are old and worn, he has a longsword at his hip, a longbow across his back. 1