Not Tea Leaf is a small, wiry goblin with sharp eyes and quick hands, clearly built for errands rather than fights. His yellow-green skin is smudged with soot and street grime, and his ears twitch constantly, still trained to listen for shouted instructions or magical mishaps.

Long gone are his remnants of a wizard’s apprentice outfit, which have now been replaced by a black cloak, trying to emulate the edginess of his friend Nawk Tauh.

Once again his belt and sleeves are stuffed with pouches—chalk, vials, bits of wire, and tools repurposed for survival.

A cracked arcane focus hangs at his neck, useless but cherished. Altogether, he looks like a wizard’s helper who lost his master and had to learn fast how to live without magic—or permission.