Zephyr Vex is a compact, quick-moving gnome with the look of a man who has spent too many nights under lantern-light and not enough in bed. His beard is neatly forked, but one side is always slightly frizzed as if it has been kissed by static. His hands are ink-stained, scarred by tiny tool cuts, and surprisingly elegant when he gestures, as though he is conducting invisible music. He moves with a faint hitch in his step, not from injury but from habit, like he is always pausing to listen for a distant answer. The unexpected contradiction is his immaculate silver waistcoat, polished to near formality, worn over trousers smeared with soot and resin from constant tinkering. He looks half scholar, half chimney sweep, and somehow makes both seem deliberate.