Tobice Mugrogers is a slight, work-worn human with a face that looks carved from damp parchment and a posture that keeps trying to apologize. Their hands are narrow and quick, stained with ink, lamp soot, and the metallic blue of accounting chalk. A seam of silver scar tissue runs from the left ear to the collarbone, but it is partly hidden by a neat ribbon collar and a necklace of tiny brass ledger tags. They move with a soft, measured shuffle, except when something fascinates them, at which point they become startlingly swift. The contradictory detail that people remember is their immaculate, embroidered cuffs, which are always spotless even when the rest of them is covered in grime.