Razzle is a short, nimble goblin with skin the color of a bruised lime. He has oversized, floppy ears and wide, inquisitive amber eyes. He wears an incredibly thick, tan-colored quilted gambeson that makes his torso look nearly spherical. His brass horn hangs from a frayed leather strap, and his backpack is so tall and overstuffed that it towers over his head, causing him to lean forward slightly when he walks.

Razzle is surprisingly formal for a goblin, often attempting to use high-flown military terminology incorrectly. He is perpetually enthusiastic about discovery and believes every situation is improved by a loud horn blast. He views the world as a grand musical arrangement where even the sound of a closing door is a note to be studied.

Born into the Cracked-Lip tribe, Razzle was always better at listening than at looting. While his brothers sharpened their teeth, Razzle practiced rhythm with a pair of drumsticks made from mammoth ribs. His life changed when he found a discarded brass signal horn on a battlefield. He realized he could command the movements of his kin with a single blast, leading him to believe he was destined for a greater stage than a damp cave. He spent several years as a bugler for the Iron-Grip Mercenaries. They appreciated his volume but often complained about his habit of 'jazzing up' the morning wake-up call. The thick gambeson he wears was a gift from the quartermaster who was tired of hearing Razzle complain about the cold. After the company disbanded, Razzle struck out on his own. He travels with a massive backpack filled with every sheet of music or shiny scrap he has found, convinced that one day he will assemble the ultimate orchestral masterpiece.