A small, springy goblin with an ever-smiling mouth and a coat of shabby patchwork garb draped like a motley curtain. Grik'tal walks with a jaunty, unpredictable hop, as if their feet insist on telling jokes separate from their brain. Their cart is a carnival of battered boxes, glittering trinkets, and jars labeled in squiggled handwriting. Around their neck hangs a thin, bent wand of twisted wood — the Nilbog wand — wrapped in faded ribbons. When the sun catches the ribbons, they seem to wink. Contradictory element: despite the bright, chaotic clothing and prankster manner, Grik'tal's eyes track people with a quiet, almost priestly focus, lingering on the wounds of strangers as if cataloging them.