Dibbler is the purveyor of absolutely anything that can be sold hurriedly from a open suitcase in a busy street. He likes to describe himself as a merchant adventurer; everyone else likes to describe him as an itinerant pedlar whose money-making schemes are always let down by some small but vital flaw, such as trying to sell things that he doesn’t own, or that don’t quite work or, sometimes, don’t even exist.
He is skinny, and when regarding him people are moved to recall that humans have some kind of small rodent somewhere in their ancestry. He speaks very quickly, with many a side-long glance, and usually wears a huge overcoat, full of pocket, none of which have exact change.