Thistle Bramblepatch is a compact Lightfoot Halfling with a quick, spring-loaded way of moving, as if every floorboard might conceal a loose coin. Her face is round and weathered, with laugh lines cut deeply around a mouth that rarely stops calculating. Her hands are small, scarred, and extraordinarily precise, with fingertips hardened by needles, lockpicks, and years of sorting questionable merchandise. Her hair resembles a storm of silver thistledown, but it is usually pinned beneath a faded green cap decorated with real burrs. She leaves the impression of a cheerful grandmother until she smiles without warmth, revealing a single gold tooth engraved with a tiny key. The contradictory element is her scent: she smells faintly of lavender soap and fresh bread, even after crawling through sewers or fighting in a dusty alley.