Eisenfaust is a stocky dwarf standing only four feet tall. He wears worn, mud-stained garden overalls over a chest of hardened muscle and matted hair. His beard is thick, dark brown, and perpetually full of dried flower petals and soil. He often carries an iron spade that has been sharpened into a deadly greataxe. His eyes are small and squinted, fixed in a permanent state of suspicion and grumpiness.

Eisenfaust is a deeply grumpy soul who feels the world owes him for the decades he spent sitting on a porcelain stool as a living lawn ornament. He is incredibly cynical about high society. He finds comfort in repetitive tasks and rhythmic noises. Despite his prickly exterior, he has a strange fondness for well-maintained topiary and a burning hatred for poodles.

For nearly sixty years, Eisenfaust Vorhof was the resident decorative dwarf of the Silvershade Estate. While other dwarves were mining gold or crafting legends, he was forced to wear a pointed red hat and hold a ceramic fishing pole while noblewomen giggled at his cute stature. The constant indignity built a pressure cooker of rage within him that eventually blew the lid off his sanity. He finally snapped when the Master of the House used his head as a place to balance a tea tray, leading Eisenfaust to lead a one-dwarf riot through the greenhouse. He didn't just leave, he scammed the estate out of its prize winning roses by replacing them with painted cabbages and selling the originals to a rival manor. Now he wanders the world, pretending to be a simple garden spirit or a lucky charm to swindle the gullible while looking for a hole deep enough to truly call home. He carries his garden tools turned weapons as a reminder of his past and a warning to anyone who would dare call him 'ornamental' again.