A well spoken, proud and educated man in his prime. Azrudaur speaks with a velvet-smooth accent, his voice rich and deep as he regards those before him with ink black eyes set in dark-chocolate skin. His clothes, wine and warm fire show his love of sensual pleasures. His beard neatly trimmed, his scent of cinnamon and his air of command mark him as an exotic, sucessful man. Though well-dressed he wears no jewelry other than a dark iron band on one finger. On occasion he may be found in the north, attending to his own business. He delights in telling true tales of the histories of Men to any that choose to listen.