Summary:

Formerly a craftsman under some unremarkable villain's servitude, Xiobierd was left to his own devices after his master was slain by a party of aspiring adventurers. Devoted to his service as he was, the Goblin knew little apart from his craft and so he found himself determined to search for his new master, whom he could aid with his wares.

Appearance:

Xiobierd stands roughly half as tall as an average-sized Human - or he would, had he not been hunched over all the time as he is. His devotion to physical labor had, over years, rewarded him with a more robust physique than that of most other Goblins. Over his yellowish, hairy body he wears a shirt and a pair of trousers, both made out of fabric, which had been obviously touched by quite a severe case of wear and tear. On his back he wears a comically oversized backpack - a main contributor to his flawed posture - this is where he carries all the tools he needs to work his wonders. His face is about as unpleasant as one would expect from a male Goblin associated with villainry - a pair of red, beady eyes, over which a single, thick, black brow grows and under which a large, peppered with zits nose pokes out. According to some accounts, Xiobierd smells like a dead man's socks.