Bors is a broad-shouldered copper dragonborn whose scales have dulled to the color of old kitchenware, with green patina gathered between the plates along his neck and wrists. He moves with a careful, economical quietness that seems impossible for someone so large. His eyes rarely settle on faces. Instead, they track boots, hands, exits, ceiling joints, and the direction of drifting scraps in the water. He keeps one thumb hooked beneath the rim of his left shoulder guard and checks it every few minutes, even when there is no reason to. His snout is blunt and practical, his teeth uneven from years of cracking boiled bones, and his breath smells faintly of vinegar and wet stone. The unexpected thing about him is his hands. They are huge, scarred working hands, yet he handles delicate objects with the concentration of a jeweler, especially children's toys and tiny mechanical parts.