Ancient gnome wizard
Old Man Krinkle, as all the children have come to call him, can usually be found sitting in his workshop. Surrounding him are various bubbling cauldrons, dusty scrolls packed onto overflowing shelves, cages of unknown creatures waiting to be documented, and other small animals floating in formaldehyde. His shop reeks of spice and fermentation. A trail of wispy, gray smoke drifts from his long clay pipe as Krinkle sits, perched on a tall stool, bent over a voluminous leather-bound book. Small, square spectacles sit on the tip on his long nose. Bright blue and white hair sticks out in all directions from his head, an unkempt tangle of knotted hair. His face is deeply lined, showing both age and wisdom, yet a kindly sparkle in his eyes display an air of friendliness… and mischievousness.