Varik is a monument of a man, built like a fortress with shoulders so broad he has to turn sideways to pass through standard doors. His skin is the texture of cured ox-leather, tanned and toughened by years in the mountain sun and the heat of the forge. His beard is a complex engineering marvel of iron-gray hair, woven into four thick braids that are weighted at the bottom with functional, miniature golden weighing scales that clink softly when he moves. Unexpectedly, he possesses a meticulous, almost obsessive grooming routine, smelling strongly of expensive crushed violets and pressed linens rather than the soot and iron one would expect. His hands are massive, but he handles delicate coins and gems with the precision of a surgeon.