A small gnome with bright chestnut skin, silver-threaded auburn hair, and sharp hazel eyes that miss almost nothing. He dresses like a country gentleman who learned stealth from necessity, in tailored but practical dark coats, soft boots, and gloves with hidden pockets. A polished signet ring and a fine waistcoat hint at noble upbringing, while a worn set of thieves' tools at his belt betrays his true profession.

Polite, incisive, and dryly humorous, Tiber treats danger as a puzzle and aristocrats as a particularly lazy kind of puzzle. He is courteous to servants, skeptical of titles, and fiercely attentive to anyone who is overlooked, underestimated, or spoken over. He enjoys elegance, but only when it serves a purpose.

Tiber Quill was born the second son of a respected gnomish house that valued contracts, silverware, and appearances in equal measure. From the moment he could speak, he was taught that every room had rules, every smile had a price, and every family feast concealed three arguments beneath the table. He excelled at manners, ledgers, and listening at doors, which pleased his tutors far more than it pleased his older brother. Tiber learned quickly that a noble title could open a gate, but curiosity could open the lock behind it. When a scandal threatened to ruin his family's name, Tiber did not wait for the matter to be resolved by speeches and duels. He stole the incriminating ledger, copied what he needed, and quietly delivered proof to the right people at the right time. The house was spared, but Tiber discovered he preferred solving problems from the shadows rather than the drawing room. Now he travels under his own name, still polite enough to pass among the upper crust, still agile enough to vanish through a servant passage, and increasingly convinced that a well-timed theft can sometimes serve justice better than a perfectly legal lie.