About average, that is the height and looks of Alfred Elpin.
Silver hair is shaved short around the sides and left loose and long from the top of his head, partially concealing a scar down the left side of his face. Hazel eyes flit to and fro - never settling in one place for long. His cheeks are sunken, and his face gaunt. Beneath heavy armor is an agile frame laden with tightly strung muscles that are neither bulging nor mistakable for wheat stalks.
Several bundles of dried mint are tied together and hang from his pack.
Of late, there is a bulge between his left cheek and gumline and his breath smells of mint.