An angular, weathered man who dresses to disappear into a crowd rather than impress it. His long dark hair hangs over his face though loose strands around his temples. A pale, unmistakable scar runs across his cheek. His gaze moves in quick, precise hops, taking in doors, hands, and reflections before settling on a speaker. He moves with a merchant's practiced economy, turning his whole body to keep a room in view.

Artigrom is observant and professionally courteous, yet distrustful of any courtesy that asks nothing in return. He can be patient and tactful when gathering information, but becomes blunt when people waste time around a clear danger. He prizes control because it kept him alive, while quietly yearning to act without calculating what his master will hear. In a calm room he lets others talk; under pressure he takes charge of practical details, then resents himself for sounding like Tor.

Artigrom Hookabee was a traveling gem merchant long before he became Tor Edvard's agent. During an early visit to Tor's domain, a bargain was struck that Artigrom has never described plainly. He emerged with a patron, protection, and a channel through which Tor could speak directly into his thoughts. Since then he has served as merchant, messenger, spy, and facilitator, using respectable trade as cover for work that included occult deliveries and a ritual at Targil's Run connected to the Sea Princes and the creation of a Yuan-ti Anathema. He has also carried a package intended to keep dwarves from joining the war. The ritual changed his sense of what a useful errand could cost: he learned that a quiet, ordinary man could help set horrors in motion without ever raising a weapon. Later, Yuan-ti captors carried him toward the Black Gate, where he warned the Avengers that Ietra meant to sacrifice him and summon a Marilith. After his ship was destroyed, he surrendered to the Avengers and accepted Tor's order to help them oppose the lich's gates. He has since shared Tor's information about Emberwood Boughs and fire elementals. He remains tied to Tor, but has begun to test the smallest possible acts of independence: a delayed report, an omitted detail, a moment of watching without transmitting what he sees.