Tharnok is a mountain of a dwarf, standing four feet tall but nearly as wide across the shoulders. His skin is the texture of sun-cured leather, mapped with white scars from forgotten shield-walls. His beard is a thick, soot-grey mass braided with heavy copper rings that clink when he moves. He has eyes the color of wet slate that seem to weigh the soul of every patron. Unexpectedly, Tharnok moves with a silent, feline grace that contradicts his massive bulk, and he smells faintly of dried peppermint and stale hops. He wears a heavy, stained leather apron over polished chainmail that hums with a dull magical resonance.