A broad-shouldered dwarf with the weathered poise of a man who has outlived three ships and most of his enemies, Harvek moves with a rolling, deck-bred gait even on dry land. His beard is iron gray and braided into three thick cords, each tied with bits of coral, ship-tokens, and tiny brass bells that barely sound when he turns his head. Salt has permanently etched fine white lines across his cheeks and knuckles, and his left ear is half missing from an old rope snap. He wears a beautifully mended navy coat over practical sailor's leather, but the cuffs are stitched with brightly colored charity ribbons, which makes him look half admiral and half carnival benefactor. One eye is milky from an old storm injury, while the other is sharp and amused, as if he is always measuring a room for leaks and lies at the same time.