"I have always enjoyed a good wine, and often a poor one as well--in my years as a student, I often only had access to the worst swill."

The man is dressed old-fashioned, even for Lucius' time; leather jerkin over a linen shirt and trousers, a small leather pouch at his waist. He's a true Renaissance man, standing as if trying to disguise his height (it's not working).

And his voice, raspy and low and rumbly, like an apologetic thundercloud or an exceedingly polite chimney.