Neblin Kneebreaker
Just as you are about to leave, the gruff dwarven soldier you saw earlier ushers a gnome into the room and says, "I've found you're fifth adventurer Hoignar. I filled him in on the walk from the gate. Says he'll do it."
The gnome ushered in by the soldier could not be a greater contrast from "Whatsit". Tall and thin for a gnome, his wild, wiry white hair seems to fly in all directions, held back from his face by a pair of dark goggles, which currently rest precariously on his forehead. He wears a knee length brown coat over boots, breeches and a tunic cris-crossed with straps, pouches and bandoliers. Over his coat are the straps of a backpack, also quite full. You can see food stains on the coat lapels and dark ink smudges on his fingers and his left cheek. He's reading a scroll as he walks in behind the soldier and, when introduced, looks up distractedly.
"Five hundred gold for a 'simple messenger job'? Don't believe a word of it. But I need the cash right now. If this is a double cross, I'll use your testicles for spell components," he says in a rapid, machine gun delivery that would have appeared fast befroe you met Whatsit.
Then he turns to the other adventurers, "Neblin's the name, Neblin Kneebreaker. Wizard. Inventor. Occasional burglar and/or private detective. Genius."
And with that the rather obnoxious little gnome returns his attention to his scroll.
