Grefin is a compact young gnome with a spring-loaded gait, as if every step might become a leap over a puddle. His bright orange hair rises in uneven flame-shaped tufts, threaded with tiny white roots that twitch when he is excited. His face is freckled with green-gold specks resembling lichen, and his small nose bears a permanent smear of blue pollen. He wears one thick brown gardening glove and one elegant black glove stitched with silver thread, a mismatched pair he refuses to replace. His movements are quick, precise, and constantly interrupted by sudden pauses to inspect moss, insects, or cracks in masonry. Despite his muddy boots, scratched spectacles, and satchel of seeds, he leaves the impression of a fussy court scholar. The unexpected contradiction is that his hands are exceptionally gentle, yet he carries himself with the restless menace of someone who has personally declared war on several species of weed.