So this thing has been pestering a friend's imagination for a while, lack of appropriate rags and all. I got round to getting a half-decent sketch of him down on paper after some back and forth discussion, since I like character designs and such.

"Some would think it's a wonder this creature even lives to this day: he is unable to distinguish colour, has had much of his right ear ripped off, possesses only enough rags to haphazardly warm himself and being just over 4 feet tall limits his ability to defend himself against larger animals. His saving throw is being impossibly quick on his feet when he pleases, and it seems unlikely this trait came about through natural means. What little communication he has with anything more than half-sentient is limited by his rudimentary language skills and physically damaged throat: the wilderness is not a friendly place for a lone soul."

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