First Impressions of Tollán

Tollán (Tohl-ahn) is a small Shulei, standing barely a foot tall. He is so small and frail that you have the feeling one well-placed kick would be the end of him.
 
He meets your eye readily, and reaches out with confidence to shake your hand, stretching his tiny arm up as high as he can. You notice with a start that his arms, from the elbows down to his fingers, are covered in a bizarrely random assortment of deep and twisted scars, in places revealing barely healed musculature. Some terrible accident obviously befell him in years gone by. The handshake he gives you is soft, but despite how gently you touch his wounded hand, he still winces slightly at the contact with your rough skin (or scales).
 
On the back of his right hand is a small diagram, inexpertly tattooed (visible on his journal entry on Roll20).
To those who know such things, it marks him as a magician of the mind. This sigil seeks to bind him to that pursuit, but he would be the first to tell you that for those who are willing to risk a little when the time is right, rules can indeed be bent. He tells you that in magic, as in business, the greatest rewards come to those who aren't afraid to experiment. If you pursue this line of discussion, he happily shares with you his research, although it is not much use for studying; Tollán's techniques rely too much on emotional states and internal concentration to be easily conveyed in books.
 
You do notice another sigil scribbled in his notes, one he has clearly been working on designing himself (visible on his journal entry on Roll20).
 
 
His day job is working as a Therapist for the wealthy, and his unassuming stature and nonthreatening demeanor allow him to visit his clients in their homes. His natural charm and willingness to listen make speaking to him easy, and if you engage him in conversation for very long, you can feel your worries melt away, leaving in their place a sense of contentment and new resolve. In fact, you can hardly remember what it was in your life that had you so stressed in the first place. The very memory of your worries have melted away.
 
 
If you were not so engrossed in your conversation, you might notice Tollán’s quick, darting eyes taking stock of the treasures in the room. Plans are being set in place, a later mission for a forgettable shadow that stands barely a foot tall. It will slip in while everyone is deep, deep asleep and gather the choicest of treasures with an appraising eye. In the morning, there is no trace of the shadow or the treasures, but no alarm is raised, for mysteriously, none even notice or remember that anything is missing.