Thokk is a short and exceptionally broad dwarf with a beard the color of coal dust. He has a sharp, hooked nose and one eye that is permanently squinted. He prefers dark, inconspicuous fabrics and often wears a heavy hooded cloak that hides his face. His fingers are constantly stained with ink and grime from his illegal hobbies.

He is transactional and blunt. Thokk does not believe in charity or altruism. He views every interaction as a potential leverage point for the future. He speaks in short sentences and rarely makes eye contact, instead scanning the room for exits and potential threats.

Thokk was raised in the lightless under-alleys of the Iron Peaks. While his kin were busy perfecting the craft of the forge, Thokk was perfecting the craft of the secret. He served as a magical specialist for the Silver Syndicate, a ruthless group of subterranean smugglers and blackmailers. He discovered his affinity for magic when he found a charred spellbook in the wreckage of a wizard's tower and taught himself the art of deception. Thokk's specialty was breaking into secure vaults, not with a pick, but with an illusion that tricked the guards and a spell that silenced the heavy stone doors. He eventually stepped on the wrong toes when he tried to blackmail a High Thane. This forced him to flee his mountain home and take his skills to the surface world. He now operates as a freelance information broker, using his arcane gifts to peel back the layers of polite society to find the rot underneath. He views his spellbook as a ledger of debts yet to be collected.