A very athletic, lithely muscular halfling of the typical near three feet of height.  A wild and unruly mop of red hair.  Face of thin angles, framed by red mutton-chop sideburns.  There's a barely contained wildness to his eye.  His smile makes you feel like there is a very funny joke that you are just not yet privy to.

His clothing is very typical homespun wools.  A knee-length loose tunic of blue, belted with a woven rope.  Loose, light brown pants cinched at the ankles.  Rare is the day that he would bother with any sort of shoe, preferring the solid feel of dirt beneath his feet.  Soft, red leather wrappings wind around his lower legs in a supportive, protective fashion.  The crossed hilts of two odd, hooked knives are sheathed at his back.  When travelling, he carries a small satchel and bedroll.