A compact gnome with a braided copper beard threaded with tiny glass vials, Glymbar moves like a clockwork toy that someone set running with particular impatience. His goggles are perpetually smeared with solder and oil but polished lenses betray an eye for elegant detail. One sleeve is always rolled to reveal faint burn scars and a tattooed schematic of a gear train. He favors an elbow-patched satchel heavy with spare springs and a collapsible hand-cannon. Unexpectedly, he dresses his left boot with a bright yellow ribbon — a sentimental remnant from a childhood friend — which flutters in the wind and draws the eye from his otherwise utilitarian silhouette.