Small, wiry deep gnome with skin like damp river stone. He moves with a careful, low-stepping gait, like someone who tests every footfall for loose rock. His leather armor is oiled and scuffed but meticulously patched where it catches on cave edges. Around his neck hangs a tiny carved bone spatula tied on a cord, used to scrape edible molds from crevices. When he moves he often tilts his head to one side as if listening to a second, quieter world; when excited he taps his fingers in a rapid staccato against his thigh. Contradiction: his face is lined and grave, but he keeps an absurdly bright yellow feather tucked into his hair where no one expects it.