Pete has skin the color of bruised plums and salt-cured leather. His left horn is snapped off halfway, the jagged edge capped with a tarnished brass ring engraved with seafaring runes, while his right horn spirals high like an obsidian needle. He possesses a charismatic smile that reveals a single gold tooth, yet his eyes are a startling, pupilless milky-white that seem to stare through you rather than at you. He moves with a fluid, rolling gait as if he is constantly adjusting to the deck of a pitching ship, even when standing on solid stone.

Pete is a man of professional warmth and private ice. He is incredibly generous with local gossip and drinks for strangers, yet he is notoriously miserly with his own crew, counting every copper twice. He presents himself as everyone's best friend in the port, but those who look closely notice he never lets anyone stand behind him and always keeps his hand near his belt. He is calm during crises but becomes uncharacteristically twitchy and irritable when the weather is too clear.

Born to a disgraced navigator, Pete spent his youth as a bilge rat on smuggler vessels. During a failed heist involving Captain Vane, Pete was the only survivor, losing half a horn in the process. Instead of seeking revenge, he made himself indispensable to Vane as a shore-side eyes-and-ears. He now operates out of Silas’s Chandlery, Shop 1, where he has spent years hollowly carving out secret crawlspaces between the walls of the port district to facilitate the movement of goods and secrets.