Standing before you is a gnome of average height. His skin is a well tanned brown, speaking of years under the sun. His pate is bald yet he has both a well trimmed moustache and goatee, both a brilliant white. He seems to be slender, yet his muscles are hard and sinewy; he is no stranger to strenuous work. His eyes are light green and are brimming with wisdom and patience, and even a hint of mirth. As he moves you catch glimpses of very intricate blue shaded tattoos on his arms and legs. He talks softly and slowly, as if thinking of each word very carefully before speaking. He smiles a great deal and nods even more. He steps with great care, taking heed not to disturb things in his way. His movements are meticulous and sure, but at the same time swift and very precise. You often see him looking directly into your eyes, gently reading what he can from them. His wears simple yet very sturdy robes of blue with white trim. They almost seem to move and flow over his compact frame. When he moves you hear no sound of armour nor weapon. His belt has a few simple bags attached as well as a small coin purse. His belongings seem to be made simple yet designed for decades of use.