A halfling who stands noticeably taller than most of his kin, he carries himself with the steady gait of someone used to balancing crates on one shoulder. Shoulder-length brown hair parts easily and falls in slightly uneven waves, threaded with a single faded ribbon that marks a promise he made. His medium-length beard is kept trimmed but habitually flecked with grain dust. He moves with a slow, deliberate economy born of years lifting, yet when he tells a story his hands sharpen into expressive punctuation. Unexpectedly, he wears one well-polished leather glove on his left hand at all times despite working with both hands; the glove bears tiny scorch marks and seems oddly out of place among his practical storehouse accoutrements.