A broad-shouldered hill dwarf with weathered copper-brown skin, a blunt black beard threaded with pale gray, and calm hazel eyes that seem to notice every living thing nearby. His beard is tied with small wooden beads carved into seeds, bones, and leaves. He wears softened leather armor beneath a moss-green cloak, and carries a round wooden shield painted with a spiral of roots. His hands are callused from digging, gathering, and tending the sick.

Quietly attentive and practical, Azravan notices small discomforts before people mention them. He is humble about his healing, but fiercely protective of the vulnerable. He prefers useful work to praise, patient observation to speculation, and a warm meal shared in silence to a dramatic speech.

Azravan Khelt was born in a small hill-dwarf settlement built around a spring that emerged from a seam of white stone. He was expected to become a mason, but he was more interested in what grew between the stones than in the stones themselves. As a child, he learned that the spring water changed taste before anyone in the village fell ill. An old village healer taught him to listen for such warnings in roots, insects, weather, and dreams. Azravan became the settlement's quiet caretaker, treating fevers with bitter herbs, setting broken fingers, and delivering babies in rooms where everyone else was too frightened to speak.