Vritzzi is a wiry, angular goblin standing just over 4 feet tall, with sharp, hawk-like features that constantly twitch in a mix of nervous energy and icy calculation. His skin is a weathered, uneven mossy sage green, marked by a jagged scar over his left temple that contrasts with his otherwise pristine 1880s gangster attire. He moves with an unsettlingly graceful precision, like a predator that’s always on the prowl. His ever-present polished black bowler hat is slightly too large, casting a faint shadow over his dark, gleaming eyes. Despite his thin frame, his presence fills the room like a tempest. The unexpected contradiction in his look is a neatly pressed white shirt under a blood-red velvet waistcoat embroidered with silver holy sigils — relics of his paladin vows — which seem utterly at odds with the cigar smoke perpetually curling from his crooked grin.