Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright, Lord Brix centered on a muddy siege-engine yard with trebuchets and oxcarts filling the sides. A broad, heavyset man in his fifties, ally of the East, weathered olive-tan skin, a square scarred face with a short grey-streaked black beard, deep-set shrewd eyes, and a shaved head under a flat leather engineer's cap. He wears a dark bronze-studded leather coat over a quilted gambeson, iron bracers, a wide tool-laden belt with calipers, winding keys and coils of rope, and thick canvas trousers tucked into mud-caked hobnailed work boots. One gloved hand grips a long measuring staff, the other rests on a winch crank. His stance is firm and commanding, eyes narrowed upward as if gauging a wall's height, grim and calculating.
