Before you is a drow of truly hippopotamic proportions, all beef right down to the ankles, just like a Valourian heifer. His mushy face is pleated with great rolls of fat and so wormed with warts, welts, and burst capillaries that he seems more toadish than drowish. A great gobbler hangs slack from his weak chin and it quivers and jiggles at his every movement. Framing his fleshy face is a pair of thick, snow-white sideburns, and from behind the sideburns, ears of unequal height protrude from his head like broken arrows. His thin, wet lips sag perpetually downward and end in little dimpled pockets filled with crumbs of food and an attitude of cynicism.