Halav Ivanov is a striking man of average height, well dressed in brightly colored clothes that seem too rich for the adventuring sort. His pale skin, black hair pulled in a pony tail, and brown eyes mark him as a full-blooded Traladaran. He is clean-shaven and speaks in a melodious voice. When not engaged in any other tasks, he usually hums softly to himself. You can’t put your finger on it, but something about his presence seems to be larger than life. A sword rides at his left hip in a well-cared for but used scabbard. Judging from the wear visible on the hilt, it has seen hard use—but whether it’s from constant practice or actual combat is impossible to say.