A single glance is all it would take for someone to realize that, this shorter individual was indeed perhaps a jester or magician! Donned in far fancier cloths than you'd see on your average person in a day to day stroll. It was only a real wonder why they were around. A mask attatched snuggly to their face alongside a tophat full of tricks. Could they really be blaimed for looking extremely whismiscal?

But if someone looked to closely? Their skin a deathly shade of pale. Blond curls still revealed streaks of undyed gray hair. And the most perculiar of all? An ancient shovel strapped to their back. A rat's head with a crown atop it glinting off the back of its Nyeshk spade.