Nima is a compact rock gnome woman with the dense, practical build of someone who has spent a century leaning into anvils. Her skin is warm umber with a fine dusting of coppery freckles across her nose and knuckles. Her iron-gray hair is braided into four short cords, each threaded with tiny washers that click softly when she turns her head. She moves with a peculiar forward tilt, as if perpetually listening to a furnace, yet when she stops she becomes unnervingly still. She smells strongly of hot brass, cedar oil, and sugared plums, and she is genuinely unaware of the fruit scent because she uses plum syrup to polish her tools. Her smile is quick and lopsided, but her hands remain perfectly steady even when she is furious. The contradictory impression she leaves is of a fussy little craftswoman who somehow occupies a room like a fortress gate.