[The apologies get a half-shrug from him. It had been rough, yes, and it continues to be—yet at this point it’s an old wound that only stings if he’s feeling foolish enough to poke at it. Unfortunately, that’s something that’s become pretty unavoidable here in this new world. If only he knew just how familiar Diluc is with that sort of thing, he’d tell him to tread carefully with his own circumstances. Letting things fall apart as much as it has for Vander and Silco isn’t good for either party.

At least the question of how to describe the man is an easy one.]

Well, you’ll know him as soon as you see him, I guarantee it. Thin and wiry, starting to go gray.

[Annnnd burying the lede a bit, but Vander then taps a finger against his left cheek.]

Scarred face with an unblinking black eye and a glowing pupil.