A small goblin with a wiry frame, angular features, and keen amber eyes. His oversized ears twitch constantly, tracking every footstep, dropped coin, and suspiciously unopened envelope within reach. His hooked nose and crooked grin suggest a lifetime of petty schemes, yet his expression becomes startlingly earnest whenever he discusses safety regulations. His olive-green skin is dry and faintly silvered by years of planar dust, with pale bands around his wrists where paperwork and brass cuffs have rubbed the skin smooth. He moves in quick crouching bursts, like a rat trying to look employed. His most noticeable possession is a dented brass timepiece chained to his vest, polished bright only where his thumb worries it during moments of panic. Unexpectedly, he smells of cinnamon tea and expensive soap.