Barnaby possesses a nose so sharp and hooked it earned him his avian moniker. He moves with a frantic, bird-like energy, frequently darting his eyes around the room as if checking for predators. His hands are constantly stained with dark ink from his obsessive ledger-keeping, yet he smells surprisingly of expensive lavender and dried rosemary. He is a man of sharp angles, from his pointed elbows to his jutting chin. His most striking feature is his mismatched footwear: he wears one sturdy, mud-caked leather boot on his left foot and a delicate, embroidered silk slipper on his right, claiming it helps him maintain a balanced perspective on life.