A gaunt man who moves like a reed in wind, always slightly off-balance as if listening to something under the floor. His robes are ink-black and singed at the hems. Close inspection reveals tiny stitched glyphs worked from the whisker-hairs of rats along the lapels. One shoulder is draped with a patchwork of sewer-leather and fur taken from pale sewer-rats. His hands are ink-stained and webbed with old burn scars that twitch sometimes as if remembering a spell. An unexpected contradiction: despite his foul attire and stench of vinegar and rot, his fingernails are obsessively clean and trimmed to points.