The short, stocky man had a great mane of golden brown hair that fell past his waist in a great, thick tail bound back in leather chords with raven feathers.  His heavy duty leather clothing was wrapped in a climbers harness and many pouches, from which radiated a half dozen magical auras, incuding the bag at one hip, the crossbow at another, the warhapper, the pack on his back, the armor under the jacket, the spool of rope, and the disk shaped talisman.  He had clean, sharp, slightly elongated incisors and dense fingernails and feline ears.  His nose wasn't quite human, more sugestive of something leoine.<br/>"Can't say that I do, heiress.  Name's Arslan.  My family build the high towers in the city of Sharn.  These skies are very strange to me, frighteningly empty, as if the dragon above has taken wing and flown away.  I have little doubt I know longer walk on Eberon's back."