Before you stands a halfling with obsidian black hair and mutton chops. His jaw protrudes in a slight under-bite. He walks along the shadows of buildings, but eagerly approaches those he thinks may be interesting (or rich) with a crooked smile and a gleam in his eye.
He wears dark leather armor and his hands and arms are wrapped in a bleached cloth. His arms seems strangely gaunt for a halfling. He has a number of pockets and pouches attached by leather straps and bits of rope, and a shortsword made from a refined length of bone hangs from his side. Upon watching him, he seems to have things packed up in an expertly organized fashion, considering he doesn’t seem to think twice and is able to draw and stow an item from any of his containers in mere seconds. He wears a cowl around his neck that he sometimes uses to cover his face from the sun. Looking closely you see a silver chain holds a lapis lazuli amulet that looks as though it is glowing. Occasionally he can be found in an alleyway on his back reaching for the air. Only his closest friends understand this behavior.
Every night before he beds down he can be seen writing in his diary.
