Grawg is a wiry male goblin with moss-green skin, long pointed ears, a broad crooked grin, and bright amber eyes that constantly measure exits, food, and possible trouble. He wears a battered hide vest over patched travel clothes, with a greataxe nearly as tall as he is strapped across his back. He smells distinctly of woodsmoke, onion stew, and wet leaves, a scent he considers proof that he has been somewhere interesting. When waiting, he leans forward onto the balls of his feet, rocking slightly as though the ground might suddenly become a race.

Grawg is energetic, suspicious, and loudly enthusiastic about nearly everything. He is quick to laugh, quicker to take offense, and surprisingly attentive to anyone smaller or weaker than himself. He prefers direct solutions, dramatic entrances, and meals with enough smoke to make the eyes water.

Grawg grew up in a goblin warren beneath a charcoal-burner's road, where survival depended on being quick, useful, and willing to eat whatever nobody else wanted. He learned to swing a woodcutter's axe before he could properly pronounce the name of his own clan. His life changed when a merchant's wagon overturned near the warren during a storm. While the adults argued over the spilled goods, Grawg crawled into the wreckage and dragged out three trapped travelers, including a feverish child. He carried them to the nearest village one at a time, then returned for the merchant's mule, mostly because he wanted the mule to stop screaming.