A small, stooped kobold whose once-gleaming blue scales are mottled with soft white patches that spread like lichen across his shoulders and muzzle. He walks with a careful, measured shuffle, balancing a battered wooden banjo across his knee like a treasured staff. His beard is improbably long for a kobold: a thin, wiry white beard that threads between his teeth when he speaks and is often braided with tiny metallic bells and found trinkets. His forearms are scarred and mottled, the delicate ridges of old battle wounds visible beneath the thinning scales. He favors sitting on low stools and will often tilt his head up with a slow, knowing smile when listening. Unexpectedly, his left eye is clouded milky white while the right gleams an alert golden amber — a discordant pair that gives his face both gentleness and a predator's focus.