Barnaby is an impeccably groomed halfling who stands with a rigid, unnatural posture. He wears a tailored vest of deep maroon velvet that seems to absorb the dim light of his tavern. His face is clean-shaven and smells faintly of expensive sandalwood, though his hands are calloused and hard like driftwood. He moves with a predatory silence that contradicts the cheery atmosphere of his establishment, gliding across floorboards that never groan under his weight. While he appears to be a dapper host, his eyes never truly smile, remaining as cold and observant as a shark's.