Gully has skin that looks like wet parchment and a wide, flattened nose as if it has been broken and reset multiple times. He carries a constant scent of river silt and cheap ale, leaving a faint, damp trail wherever he walks. One eye is a piercing sea-foam green, while the other is a milk-white orb that seems to stare through you. His movement is unsettlingly fluid, lacking the heavy stomp characteristic of his kin, instead sliding behind his bar with a hunched, predatory grace. Contradictory to his grimy profession, his fingernails are meticulously clean and filed to sharp points.