Thistle is a small gnome with wiry strength and skin the color of damp bark. He wears a custom hooded cloak woven with living moss and ferns to break up his silhouette. His most striking feature is his 'Ember-Glass Longrifle', a slender, elongated firearm crafted from polished rowan wood and brass gears, featuring a glowing crystal lens instead of a traditional flintlock.

Thistle is quiet, observant, and deeply focused on the mechanics of things, whether it is a complex gearbox or the movement patterns of a displacer beast. He speaks in short, precise sentences and views his craftsmanship as an extension of his duty to his people.

Born in the hidden village of Ironroot, Thistle was always better at fixing tools than tilling the camouflaged gardens. While the other gnomes relied on illusions to hide, Thistle realized that hungry predators eventually learn to smell through magic. He spent years combining the village's metallurgy secrets with stolen designs of human firearms to create a weapon that could eliminate threats before they ever reached the Ironroot perimeter. This 'Longrifle' became his life's work, a silent protector for a silent people. Thistle now spends weeks at a time perched in the canopy, a ghost in the leaves. He does not kill for sport, but he has no mercy for those who threaten the glade's sanctity. Recently, he has begun to range further from home, realizing that some dangers are too large to wait for. He carries the weight of his village's safety on his narrow shoulders, one lead ball at a time.