You see a rotund little fellow, looking like an small old man. He has dark-brown short thick hair whimsically poking out around his cap in chaotical manner. His bright purple eyes and thick reddish eyebrows are in stark contrast to his ghostly pale skin. Even constant business and attepts to look serious as much as possible are unable cover his curiousity and childish behaviour. His big purple eyes, filled with sparks of intelligence and inner wisdom, are watching surroundings with strange zeal and extreme awareness. Thin lips and pixie nose add some gentle look to his appearance. His face looks rather young, though a long fiery beard, a pride of every male gnome, indicates his age and society status among other gnomes. He has a tiny build, short in heigth and not very muscular, which makes him least suited for wearing heavy armor. Instead, his body is covered by a thick woolen robe, covered with a dozen of pockets. Small pockets, medium pockets, big pockets - there are like a million of them and every single one has its own purpose and some are reserved for the items of high importance. Often they are stuffed with useless junk, but gnomes have other measure of the usefullness. This fellow seems to be in a rush, which is usual state for all gnomes and probably their national feature. He moves fast and clumsy, time to time treading on hem of his own cloak. Such clumsiness makes him look even funnier, though making fun of gnomes doesn't always end well.