A small, wire-thin kobold with bright brass scales, a soot-dusted snout, and careful amber eyes that miss almost nothing. Snix wraps himself in a practical coat with hidden pockets, polished formal boots for city work, and a thin satchel stuffed with notes, vials, and string. His claws are always ink-stained, and his tail is usually braced around whatever object he is examining, as if he trusts it to steady him while he thinks.

Snix is careful, courteous, and unexpectedly patient for a creature many people assume is scheming. He prefers solving problems by arranging people, information, and opportunities into a better pattern. He rarely raises his voice, but he asks relentless questions and remembers every answer.

Snix Vorg was hatched in a service tunnel beneath a furnace district, where the first things he learned were the smell of hot metal, the language of errands, and how to survive by being useful. He proved unusually gentle for a kobold, tending to injured workers, carrying messages no one else wanted, and learning early that a kind word could pry open doors that teeth never could. When a minor surge of draconic magic first answered his fear, it did not come as flame or fury, but as a steadying warmth in his chest, a little shield of confidence that let him stand his ground long enough to help someone else. By the time he reached the city, Snix had become the sort of assistant everyone underestimated and then depended on. He knows how to slip through locked wards, how to ask questions that sound harmless, and how to notice the tiny betrayals people leave behind, a scale pattern on a bag, a chemical smell on a sleeve, a lie hidden in a pause. That talent made him invaluable in the case of Zuth, Dr. Brimble Hyde, and the broader tangle around the College, where Snix moved between panic and diplomacy like a lantern in fog. He tells himself he is only doing practical work, but the truth is simpler, he cannot bear the thought of a frightened or injured creature being left alone, even when that creature is a very dead, very rabid displacer beast.