Tibbin is a stocky halfling with a sun-scorched complexion and a perpetually soot-smudged face. His curly dark brown hair is thickly matted and often peppered with ash from the forge, partially tied back with a fraying leather thong. His bright hazel eyes gleam with a mixture of mischief and determination, often darting around as if chasing hidden thoughts. Though short at about 3'1", his movements have an unexpected fluidity for someone his size, more graceful than clumsy as he carries heavy tools with ease. He wears a battered leather apron over simple but sturdy homespun clothes; an oddly delicate silver ring shaped like a flower is worn on his pinky, a gift from the dancer who so captures his attention. Contradictorily, his raspy, booming laugh can fill a room, but his presence near the brothel is more awkward than assured—like a bear caught in an unfamiliar garden.