In the grimy underbelly of the city, Snaxx prowled with the quiet precision of a shadow given form. This compact goblin, no taller than a child yet built with wiry strength, bore unblemished green skin and eyes that darted like a hawk's, ever scanning for weakness or opportunity. Roughly twenty, she dressed in practical dark leathers and a hooded cloak, her father's silver-fitted pipe tucked at her belt alongside the eight coins from her lost clan. Orphaned by a brutal raid near Myrefall, Snaxx craved the security of growing wealth to keep her options endless, yet the wound of abandonment barred her from trust or rest. She executed flawless thefts, vanishing with her mark before alarms rose, her flirtatious smile a calculated lure to expose vulnerabilities. Her smallness proved an asset, rendering her forgotten until the moment of inconvenience. Conflicts simmered from her clan's ghosts and the city's ruthless gangs, driving her to refine her craft relentlessly. In the end, her competence carved a path to uneasy independence, though the past lingered like smoke from the pipe.