Ghrimma is an imposing, broad-shouldered badgerfolk standing 6'9"; her fur is a salt-and-coffee brindle that appears almost lacquered where the sun and sweat have worn it smooth. She moves with the low, deliberate tread of a predator used to tunneling and sudden bursts of violence, a surprising grace for her mass. Her left shoulder and forearm bear ritual scarification in the Mochaear spirals, inked in iron-oxide and soot; over those, a battered, dark-green coat has been patched with mismatched leathers and a square of moss that never seems to dry. Her right forepaw is wrapped in a leather brace studded with iron rivets and etched runes. Eyes half-lidded, she typically squints as if evaluating angles even when speaking. Contradictory detail: despite her thick, earth-streaked appearance, she keeps one immaculate brass hairpin shaped like a curled fern tucked behind her ear, polished to a mirror shine.