Wyren entered in darkleaf armor, the better to be unseen amid the trees... were he in the trees. In the finery of the institute it looked rather inappropriate, especially compared to the antechamber. His composite bow, made from a tree which had been struck by lightning (or Xerath), was strung and held loosely in hand. It was said that Wyren was never without his bow, only letting go of it to eat or perform other duties, and never letting it more than exceed a distance from him than he could reach. There were rumors about he and his bow. Then again, in a place like the Institute, there were always rumors of some kind.<br/><br/>For his part, he looked fair enough. Nothing you'd generally look twice at, compared with a great many of the more laudable figures of the fields of justice, but his matured features of bronze, sable, and green (clothing, not natural features), blended together nicely to give him an air of calm neutrality. He was anything but neutral. Calm, most of the time, but even so he was not level headed. He was precise, like the finest of Zilean's timepieces, and had shot arrows with the lady Ashe herself. Speculation was that he had won, though he certainly would never tell. It would be rude to one-up a champion. It would also be unwise, as the lady Ashe could summon frost from the heart of the Freljord and freeze him where he stood to die.<br/><br/>Though he noticed the others gathered in the chamber, he did not speak to them. He wasn't trying particularly to be rude, but it likely came off that way regardless. He just invariably didn't know what to say to others.