[drawn 2018]

A portrait of my anxious little artificer, Tiskkin the kobold! Skittish and prone to stumbling on his words, Tiskkin's awkward mastery of Common obscures the fact that this little guy's brighter than he looks, with a natural knack for cobbling together magic items from arcane scraps. His bag of alchemical reagents is very much stolen, taken from an alchemist's shop as he fled the blaze he accidentally started during one of his many nocturnal experiments as the proprietors slept. The blasted-pink scar across his snout tells a story about the importance of good lab safety in case of exactly such a scenario.

In terms of personality, Tiskkin knows he's the runt of the litter. Sharp he may be, with a kobold's natural instinct for mental-mapping every place he steps into in case a swift exit is needed...but he's knee high to a dwarf, and it helps to have big friends. And so he plays the eager skivvy to the party's dragonborn bard, breathlessly worshipping the land he walks on in exchange for a pair of ankles to hide behind. (And, if he's lucky, the chance to curl up in his bed when he's away running scams with his tiefling co-conspirator.)