Broad-shouldered and built like a living timber beam. Bram's clothing smells faintly of pine sap and ember smoke. His forearms are corded like rope and marred by pale, ridged scars that travel from wrist to elbow. He wears a leather harness with pockets for wedges and a sling for his axe. His gait is deliberate, like someone used to weighting each step on uneven ground. Unexpectedly, he keeps a neat silver locket tucked under his shirt, its chain worn smooth from use.