Jmbo is a compact, quick-moving halfling with a broad grin and conspicuously squared, well-kept teeth. He keeps his dark curls carefully oiled and combed, and his little brass comb is always tucked into his vest. His nimble hands are usually busy, though they go still whenever anyone mentions rocks.

Jmbo is cheerfully irreverent, alert to small changes in a room, and unexpectedly generous with people who are down on their luck. He distrusts authority, enjoys a clever escape, and can be charming right up until someone brings up rocks.

Jmbo grew up slipping through the crowded lanes of a river port, where his small stature, quick fingers, and quicker smile made him a natural cutpurse. He worked for a crew that specialized in lifting purses and opening doors, until a job at a quarry warehouse went wrong. The crew’s boss hid stolen goods beneath a mound of stone and left Jmbo to take the blame when the guards arrived. Jmbo escaped, but ever since, he has hated rocks with a passion that seems wildly out of proportion to the danger they pose. Now a nimble-handed thief with a conscience he never quite managed to pickpocket away, Jmbo steals from bullies, crooked merchants, and anyone who hoards what others need. He still knows how to find a discreet contact when trouble closes in, and he is very good at getting into places that were meant to stay shut. He insists he is not afraid of rocks, exactly. He simply considers them untrustworthy, badly designed, and entirely too pleased with themselves.