Standing in a wintry forest, a man grips the blade of a smooth black sword that stands hilt up as tall as he is. In a kaleidoscope of thousands of wings, butterflies burst through the woods behind him. Dour faced, Simon is wrapped plainly in heavy green cloak. A snowy lock set in red hair sweeps wide across his forehead. The channel of a scar meanders down from his temple following the curve of his cheek all the way to his jaw. He clutches a white arrow and silver hand mirror in the crook of his arm. Set opposite panel left, the forest opens to a serene view of a lake. Framed by birch trees, a tall cool stone rises from the water. Barely perceptible, a castle sits at the top. The shape of the stone implies an open hand in its gray outline. Evergreens line tiered ridges, arching low on the rock to suggest a bearded face.