Chuck is a small, broad-shouldered gnome with a perpetual gentle smile that softens the lines carved by long years outdoors. His face is freckled and weather-creased; small scars scatter along his jaw and one thin white stripe crosses his left eyebrow like a tally mark. He moves with a relaxed, rolling gait that seems to take in the world before deciding where to step. His hands are ink-stained from map-making and hair-slicked from habitually tucking stray bangs behind his ear. Contradiction: though he is almost always smiling and speaks in calm measured tones, his eyes flick with sudden predatory focus when he senses danger, like a musician suddenly remembering a long-forgotten tune.