Angels and Demons
It is said that every taverner in Creation, when first seen, will always be wiping the inside of a glass with a rag. Gobby, it would seem, must be one for traditions.
A rather quiet fellow, with burning red hair, brownish skin, and a perpetually-neutral expression. A consummate professional, if he is at all surprised by the odd characters the wind carries to his teahouse (fittingly named “Gobby’s”), then he shows none of it.