Thestin is a young denizen of Bree. He looks fairly average, nearly shoulder length messy, nearly curly hair. He is not quite six feet, a few inches short of it, and thin as a twig. Still, he seems healthy from his peachy and clean skin, if not seeming likely homeless from his tattered attire. He appears to either sleep too little or smoke too much pipeweed, his eyes darkened and sagging. His face nearly always bears a smile, just as his lute is slung nearly always on his back for ease of access. 

Truthfully he's nothing out of the ordinary to look at, just another young patron of The Prancing Pony, another silent figure in a crowd. His presence is subtle at best, and from the way he positions himself often in corners or apart from people, he is unlikely to start a conversation on his own. He almost always appears alone, in similar or exactly the same clothing, and in muted colors no less.