Satros is a compact forest gnome who seems to occupy more room than his body physically allows. He stands with his elbows slightly out, his coat tails fanned behind him, and his chin lifted as if addressing an invisible balcony. His skin has the matte texture of old chestnuts, while his hair rises in a dense silver-brown crest that looks combed by static. His eyes rarely look at faces. They track hands, doorways, reflections, and the empty space above people's shoulders, as though he is reading stage directions written in the air. His movements are brisk and economical until he becomes frightened, at which point he grows eerily graceful and almost silent. The contradictory impression is immediate: he dresses like a flamboyant performer, yet his smallest gestures have the careful precision of a miser counting coins.