Known as Gamber to men of Bree,Dwarves,and hobbits.

Known as Iriul to his friends and kin.

Not yet honored with an alias or title by the elves.

Iriul appears to your eyes as a stalwart man. His frame is broad, his arms are thick, and his posture proud. 
The corners of his eyes show wrinkles, as the man is akin to kindness and good company, yet his two defining scars lessen the man's impression. 
Two grim cuts have healed across his face; one across his mouth, and one down the top of his head to meet with the end of his left eyebrow. 

At times his garments display the man's vanity, as he has taken care to wear clean,well-fitting clothes without much wear. 
At other times, he can be found much more weary from the road, where he smells of horse, mud, fire and grit.
Despite this contrast, he will always carry himself in a nearly ceremonial posture, keeping his chin raised and his back straight. 

The horse that accompanies him is much like the man himself. 
Gambit, as he is named, is a stout and relatively young stallion. With a thick, grey coat and a massive frame and weight, 
the hardy horse is kind and light-minded, often prone to nudge his rider and prance and play, showing off when in company of other horses and knowing well that a curtious bow rewards him with a treat.