Short and wiry with shoulders that look too narrow for the amount of will crammed into his posture. His skin is oily and pockmarked with old soot-stains like fingerprints. He keeps a thin leather satchel slung diagonally across his chest that clinks with glass vials and a folded, stained map. The left ear is notched in three places. He moves with twitchy, precise motions that end in sudden surprised grins. Unexpectedly neat fingernails and a single silver tooth gleam when he smiles, a small contradiction to his otherwise ragged attire.