Durni Coalbraid is a broad, soot-darkened dwarf whose movements are slow only until something threatens the forge. Then he becomes startlingly quick, darting between anvils with the practiced footwork of a dancer. His beard is braided into four heavy ropes, each bound with a different metal ring marking a surviving generation of smiths. His hands are scarred, cracked, and permanently warm, while his face bears the calm, severe expression of a magistrate. The unexpected contradiction is his delicate voice and careful fingers, both more suited to a jeweler than an overseer who has hauled furnace doors for decades. He leaves behind the scent of hot iron, bitter tea, and rain striking ash.