Barnaby is a man of average height with a complexion like weathered parchment. He smells perpetually of metallic copper and sharp ozone. His hands are constantly stained with colorful alchemical dyes, yet he possesses a surprising, fluid grace in his movements, navigating his cramped shop without ever bumping a shelf. The contradiction lies in his attire: he wears a heavy, scorched leather smithing apron over a doublet made of the finest, most expensive Calishite silk.