Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered on a windswept mountain pass, a tilted wooden merchant cart with roped crates behind him. An elderly guild merchant, late sixties, broad but slightly stooped build, weathered olive skin with deep laugh lines and crow's-feet. Thick silver-white eyebrows, a full neatly combed grey beard, and a balding head ringed by wispy white hair. Kind tired hazel eyes. He wears a heavy maroon merchant's robe trimmed with gold braid, a thick fur-lined traveling cloak clasped by a brass guild medallion, a wide leather belt hung with a coin pouch and ledger, fingerless gloves, and sturdy mud-caked leather traveling boots. He leans on a gnarled oak walking staff, one hand raised in grateful greeting, warm relieved smile. Cold grey mountain mist, scattered snow, pine ridges flanking the sides.
