Ghali is definitely still a young man: he seems to be between his late twenties and early thirties. His long, dark brown hair is at all times clean, combed and overall well-kept, just like his chin-curtain beard, which never fails to be trimmed. With jet-black eyes, a proper nose if maybe a little too flat and wide, and lips nearly as full as one would expect from a woman, he's definitely not an unpleasant sight. His skin is too dark to belong to a local, and many of his traits hints at an Eastern heritage to someone who can spot it.
He is not tall, merely reaching up to 5 feet 8 inches, and while his body has indeed had a taste of the comfortable life away from war, he is none the weaker than he was in the past. Removing the clothes will reveal a scarcely hairy body, even though not shaven; the first signs of a beer belly would cover his abdominals, but there would be little to hide the strong muscles of his arms, back and legs.
His body would by marked by only one scar, and a very light one: it runs down along the side of his left thigh.

Every warrior has his armour, and Ghali does not fail to mirror that stereotype. Even though part of his war armour was left behind during his glorious escape, he has put together another suit of steel, which consists of:
An arming doublet, with chainmail covering the sleeves and the sides;
A pair of arming trousers, with chainmail on the legs, but not on the rear or the crotch, in order to avoid unnecessary discomfort when sitting on a saddle;
An arming hood and a camail;
A knee-length chainmail hauberk, cleaved on the back between the legs, its sleeves reaching only to the elbow;
A coat of plates, a gorget, a bevor, a pair of half-gauntlets, a pair of cuisses, and a pair of poleyns;
A helmet, visored sallet, with a not too pronounced 'tail' to protect the back of the neck. The visor is held in place by a chain that can be hooked on one or another rivet. There is one rivet to hold it on the face, and another to hold it up;
A blue cloth tabard, to give all that a decent appearance.

The man also has a heater shield, but he will not wear it everytime he wears his armour. It is made of wood, with a mild steel rim and a canvas cover. It is painted with a white serpentine dragon on a blue background. There are two buckles on the inside, positioned in such a way that the arm they are secured to will run along the positive diagonal, and a third buckle for the purpose of carrying the shield. The upper buckle, while not wider, is somewhat thicker than the other one. The shield can be either strapped to the upper arm, in such a way that it will cover more or less the whole arm length and leave the hand free; or the lower strap can be secured to the forearm and the upper one used as a handle.

His horse is a short thing, and not fast either, but it can carry a good weight for a good distance and not get a heart attack. Believe it or not, that is what Khandish men have as war-steeds.
As well as his rider, the horse as its own armour, which did not need to be put together again after the glorious escape. It consists of:
A chanfron on the head, a single plate with a leather lining;
A criniere, which is essentially a sheet of padding and chainmail secured around its neck;
A peytral, consisting of different interlocking plates, still with a leather lining, to provide protection to the beast's chest as well as the rider's legs.

He has many weapons to choose from, but does it mean he is a walking armoury? Of course not: he'll wear or wield the weapons he expects to need, and leave the others either to the care of his horse, safely secured to one of the contraptions used to load baggage on the beast, or to collect dust somewhere in his house.
The armoury includes, but is not limited to:
A somewhat short sword, similar to a cinquedea, with no decoration aside from a fancy fuller work on the blade, which he used to wear a lot;
A dagger, curved and sharp on both sides, with a plain blade but a richly decorated hilt, which he still wears a lot;
A longer sword, curved and narrow, which someone could call a scimitar;
A horseman's pick, short and maneuverable, but still hefty enough to cave in a skull;
Fourteen feet of lance, the rider's weapon par excellence;
A handaxe, more a tool than a weapon, the man's best friend on every travel.