Rykenvist is a small, wiry goblin with deep green skin so dark it nearly disappears in shadow. His body is narrow and compact, swallowed in layers of black robes, ragged wraps, old rings, and strange little trinkets. He is not physically imposing. In fact, standing beside most people, he looks almost breakable.

His face is sharp, old, and ugly in a strangely regal way: long hooked nose, knife-thin mouth, pointed chin, and ears that jut from beneath his hood like blades. His eyes are the most unsettling part: bright yellow irises set inside dark, sunken sockets.

He walks with an ornate cane, though it is unclear whether he needs it. Sometimes he leans on it like an old cripple. Sometimes he twirls it like a court baton. Sometimes he taps it against the floor while listening to people, counting the rhythm of their fear.

His robes make him look larger when seated, but standing reveals the truth: he is tiny. Small hands. Thin wrists. Narrow shoulders. A little creature who just might be an emperor of a fallen kingdom.