Small, quick-moving gnome with a crown of copper-flecked white hair that seems to shimmer when he casts. He wears a patchwork robe of soot-dark wool under a field of embroidered golden sigils that catch light like coals; the inside of the robe is stitched with tiny sun-patterned runes visible only when he turns it back. He keeps a battered brass monocle over his left eye whose lens fogs with condensation when he is nervous. His movements are springy and precise — a blend of childlike fidgeting and the patient economy of a scholar. Unexpectedly, his left shoe is always clean and polished while the right is perpetually scorched and peppered with salt stains. Close observers notice a faint halo of motes of light that drift from his palms after he uses his abilities, and the scent of citrus and iron follows him when he leaves a room.