John is a small, broad-shouldered half-orc child with an unexpectedly careful way of moving. He walks on the balls of his feet, as if every corridor might conceal a trap, then suddenly bursts into motion with the graceless speed of a puppy chasing a cart. His lower tusks are still short and blunt, but one has a faint green stain from constantly chewing mint stems. His hands are large for his age and usually smudged with flour, lampblack, or temple dust. He wears a battered brass bell at his throat, yet somehow manages to move silently when sneaking toward trouble. The impression he leaves is contradictory: intimidating at first glance, then immediately disarmed by the solemn concentration with which he shares crumbs with pigeons.