Thargin is a compact, broad-shouldered dwarf with the dense, slightly lopsided build of someone who has spent decades leaning over anvils. His hands are square and heavily scarred, with fingertips darkened permanently by coal dust and silver polish. His beard is iron-gray at the chin but still copper-red near the roots, braided into four short cords that knock against his breastplate when he walks. He moves with a careful rolling gait, one boot dragging half an inch because of an old mine injury, yet his hammer arm snaps with startling speed. His face is weathered like worked leather, and a thin white scar cuts through his left eyebrow. The unexpected softness is in his eyes, which are a warm amber and become almost gentle when he handles damaged objects, as though every cracked blade were a wounded animal.