The stench of filth and trash fills the air around this rogue. Greasy locks of midnight black hair creeps down to his shoulders. Thick bushy brows sprout every which direction, shadowing a set of menacing eyes. A heavily wrinkled face shows a lifetime of struggle and worry. A small nose smeared of dirt awkwardly twists slightly to the left. Precious metals adorn his elf-like ears. His mouth is constantly seen gaping open, a constant flow of saliva fountains over his chin. His skin appears almost black in colour leaving him almost unnoticed in the shadows. There is no doubt one would read this rogue as a beggar, although the heavy sound of jingling tells another story.