Short even for a dwarf, heavily muscled with shoulders like carved basalt. A knotwork scar runs from the left temple into a braided beard that is held by three iron rings engraved with clan marks. His skin is dusted with pale iron filings from constant hammering, leaving a micro-sheen when sunlight hits it. He walks with a slight forward tilt, as if leaning into an unseen wind. Unexpectedly, he always carries a small, cracked porcelain teacup tucked into his belt that he polishes with the same care he gives his weapons.