Jaltra is in his late twenties and stands a thickset, muscular five foot eleven inches. His head is shaved and black stubbled, his eyes are brown and imply a shrewd intelligence. There is a strange quality to the man, as if he were looking through, beyond and into you. Beneath his weather-beaten cloak he wears leather armour, he carries a metal shield, a longsword and a heavy crossbow. He carries with him a mithril helm with an elaborately worked face-guard which when lowered would cover the whole face much like a death mask.