Nibk is a small, nervous figure whose movements have the quick, darting quality of a mouse thinking too fast. He wears a faded scholar's tunic patched at the elbows with strips of vellum; over it, a loosely wrapped shawl of dried mushroom-fiber embroidered with tiny glyphs he forbids others to touch. His teeth are filed into tiny notches as if to aid mnemonic chanting. He favors a shoulder-slung satchel bristling with rolled maps, bone-tipped quills, and a battered brass spyglass that he peers through as if the world itself were a footnote. Unexpectedly, Nibk keeps one polished brass monocle with an ornate chain — a grandly ostentatious accessory that contradicts his habit of hoarding scraps and living frugally. When he walks he often pauses mid-stride to tap a rune on his shawl, listening to a sound only he seems to hear.