Dorin looks carved rather than born, a broad-shouldered dwarf with a square face, a flattened nose, and old scars that pull one side of her mouth into a permanent near-smile. Her skin is deep umber with pale mineral flecks across her knuckles and temples, as though powdered stone has settled beneath it. She moves with the careful economy of someone who has spent decades in narrow tunnels, never wasting a step or turning her back on a wall. Her armor makes almost no clatter despite its weight. The unexpected softness is in her hands, which are small, neat, and always warm from the rune-stones she carries. Children and wounded recruits often reach for them before they realize they are touching the hands of the Deep Wardens' supreme commander.