A hunched figure who has taken great pains to cover all of his distinguishing features drifts into your view. A filthy, metal mask pokes out from a tattered hood's cowl, and only bandages can be seen beyond the mask's rim. Two slots for his eyes have been allowed, though one must look closely indeed to notice... and there's a faint red gleam from each of these ragged portals staring back.

The hood is massive, draping... and tented on each side. Oddly, these peaks seem to twitch and shift on occasion. His robes occasionally pitch and fold strangely, as if there was another limb aside from his legs within their confines. A sharp eye might catch the tip of a lowcast tail between his feet; scaly and pale pink in nature.

Standing close to him, one's nose would be assaulted; he stinks of rats, dirt, and musk. It must have been quite some time since he's last had a good wash.