Munir Harba is a very tall Yotunn with the imposing height of a watchtower but the careful movements of a jeweler. His skin is deep umber with faint pale lines across the knuckles, old scars from pruning hooks and broken wagon chains. His beard is trimmed into a severe square, though one side is always slightly shorter because he cuts it himself by candlelight. He walks with a measured, heel-to-toe precision that makes his enormous frame seem unnervingly quiet. His hands are broad, callused, and permanently stained purple at the fingertips. He leaves an impression of polished wealth, restrained force, and a man who has already noticed every exit. The unexpected contradiction is that his enormous coat contains a child's faded red mitten sewn into the inner breast pocket, and he touches it whenever he believes nobody is looking.