Exylar Nyxgrove

Exylar Nyxgrove is a red-tan, three-foot rogue with a prodigious smile that never settles right; he grins while he checks your pockets. He wears a leather vest over grease-dark wraps, all stitched with tiny gear-studs he salvaged from locks that wouldn’t cooperate. “Nyxgrove!” he calls, voice bright and fast, and taps his thumb twice on a wire-ring when deciding. He fights quiet: chalked routes on the floor, snapped-catch caltrops, and always one more key he swears he didn’t steal.