Thordin is a stout dwarf with a beard braided into three thick coils, each secured with a silver ring. His skin is the color of clay, and he smells of sandalwood and iron polish. He wears heavy chain mail under his pristine white and blue vestments.

He is incredibly patient and speaks with a slow, deliberate cadence. Thordin believes that every living being is a structure that sometimes needs internal masonry to stay standing. He rarely raises his voice, even in the heat of battle.

Thordin was born in the deep tunnels of the Iron Crags, where his family served as structural masons for the mines. During a catastrophic collapse in his youth, he was pinned beneath a slab of granite for three days. While the darkness closed in, he heard the soft humming of a lullaby and saw a glowing hearth fire in the distance. He was found by the temple rescuers just as his breath failed. He knew then that Berronar Truesilver had kept him alive for a greater purpose. He joined the temple as an acolyte, dedicating himself to the arts of healing and restoration. He viewed the body and soul with the same reverence his ancestors held for the foundation stones of the world. After decades of serving the mountain temple, his superiors noticed his knack for both medicine and battle. They tasked him with traveling the surface world to act as a wandering mender, bringing the stability of the stone to those whose lives have been fractured by chaos. He travels now to protect the innocent and ensure that no one else has to wait in the dark alone.