Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered — Lior, a broad-shouldered man in his late thirties, the father and protector of the household. He has a strong angular face with a square jaw, weathered olive skin, deep-set determined dark brown eyes, heavy brows drawn tight with grief and resolve, and short dark hair swept back, flecked with early grey at the temples; a close-trimmed dark beard frames his mouth. Powerful muscular build, thick forearms, standing tense and ready. He wears a dark wool henley rolled to the elbows, a worn leather overcoat, sturdy trousers and scuffed leather lace-up boots. One hand clutches a pouch of salt, the other grips an ancient rolled scroll. He stands in the dim candlelit interior of an old ancestral house, splintered silver amulet shards on the floor, tendrils of dark mist curling along the shadowed walls.
