"Allo... what we got 'ere then?  Double ratchet an' cog, an' twin dog leaf springs.  Isn't you the prettiest little lock, then?  Looks like a number three, no, number four depressor, an' a spider leg should do the business.  Well, either that or just wedge me dagger in there good an' 'ard and bust yer."

Colwyn Akbar, self proclaimed, "most wanted man in Tsar (good thing we isn't in Tsar, eh?)" is a hair over five and a half feet tall, and built like a reed. A thin reed, that's been sick lately.

His mismatched eyes, the right one green, the left blue, observe the world (in slightly different directions) from a narrow face which seems to fall, most naturally, into an expression of ... calculation. As if he's working out exactly what everything around him is worth, and the best place to get that price for each item, should it happen to fall into his hands. Unruly brown hair tops off that shrewd face.

It should be noted that even his closest friends usually describe Colwyn as "weasely".