A compact hill dwarf with a copper-red beard braided around several tiny brass bells. Their amber eyes are bright with restless curiosity, and their nose is dusted with flour, soot, and glitter from years of tavern performances. They wear scuffed leather armor beneath a flamboyant purple-and-gold entertainer's coat, with a battered washboard strapped across their back like a shield. The board is decorated with tin charms, bottle caps, and handwritten requests from former audiences.

Brunna is warm, theatrical, and intensely observant. They remember the names of tavern workers, stable hands, cooks, and cleaners long after forgetting the names of nobles. They are generous with encouragement, suspicious of polished manners, and delighted whenever someone proves unexpectedly competent.

Brunna Copperclatter was raised in a hill-dwarf brewery where every chore had a rhythm. The pump groaned on the downbeat, the casks thumped in harmony, and the family scrub brush made a bright metallic rasp against the wash basins. Brunna discovered that the old laundry washboard could turn all those sounds into music. At first, the family considered it an embarrassing novelty. Then a traveling troupe heard Brunna play, hired them for one night, and accidentally created a legend when the dwarf's furious percussion drowned out an entire quartet of professional drummers. Brunna now travels from town to town as a performer, storyteller, and occasional mediator of tavern disputes. Their songs celebrate overlooked workers, stubborn survivors, and anyone who has ever been underestimated because of their trade. The washboard is not merely an instrument, it is a family heirloom taken from the brewery after a fire destroyed much of the old Copperclatter home. Brunna believes the instrument still carries the voices of everyone who worked there, and every performance is partly a concert and partly a promise that those voices will not be forgotten.