Tweed is a bit of a mystery, even to his compatriots. No one living knows his birth name and few even know where he came from. He’s far too laid back for his chosen profession, relaxed and almost laconic, but sharp as a Silerwood thorn. Always the gentleman, Tweed makes a mockery of the pretentions of the rich with his faux finery and impeccable manner. Some trick allows him to smoke nigh endlessly without a single cough or wisp of unintended smoke giving away his position until he is ready.