Tylkin nods. "Yes, I am indeed the one you're looking for." He is dressed richly, in embroidered silks and with no small amount of jewelry. The effect is tasteful, but very clearly wealthy. Although he is sitting down, he is obviously tall and decently fit. He has short wavy brown hair, confident blue eyes, and handsome face capped with a neat goatee. Quite, those so inclined may think, the ladykiller. Tylkin certainly seems so inclined, Ioleta notices as he gives them all a once-over.
"I am not going as far as Rivenblight, though, although I am heading in that general direction." He looks at the assembled group. "Quite a lot of you, aren't there?" he says dryly. "I warn you, it is only efficient up to a point to spend money on guards."