Thistlewick is a small, rugged gnome with sun-beaten skin and hair that looks more like a patch of dried moss than actual hair. He wears armor fashioned from thick layers of elk hide and birch bark, and small mushrooms occasionally sprout from the mud on his boots. His eyes are a striking, piercing green, much like the canopy of an ancient forest.

Wick is reclusive and deeply suspicious of anything made of stone or cold iron. He speaks in short, clipped sentences and often pauses to listen to sounds only he can hear. He treats animals with the reverence others reserve for royalty and often forgets the social graces required when speaking to people.

Born in a bustling gnome burrow, Thistlewick found the constant noise of tinkering and invention unbearable. He fled into the Deepgreen Grove when he was barely an adult, choosing the company of badgers and oaks over his kin. Over the decades, he became the grove's silent sentinel, learning to speak the tongue of the land and turning back loggers with thorns and ancient whispers. Recent omens of a corruption spreading through the roots of the world have finally forced him out of his solitude. He travels not for gold or glory, but because the forest itself has cried out in pain. He remains a creature of the wild, out of place in any city, carrying the scent of rain and damp earth wherever he goes.