Short, earth-worn halfling who moves with the gentle certainty of someone used to lifting sacks and heavy crates. Brown shoulder-length hair that is often tucked behind both ears and tied with a bit of moss; a medium-length beard, carelessly braided at one side and threaded with a tiny carved wooden bead in the shape of an acorn. His hands are callused and streaked with flour, sap, and an odd pale scar like a crescent moon at the base of his left thumb. He favors loose, patched garments that smell faintly of lavender and rootwort. Contradiction: despite the roundness typical of halflings, his shoulders are unexpectedly broad and his gait carries the coiled power of someone who has once climbed cliff faces for supplies.