Short and solid in typical dwarven proportions, Mireld moves with a surprising catlike smoothness. Their braided silver beard is trimmed into three thin cords that loop beneath a chipped iron lip ring. Scars spider across the knuckles of both hands and a faded tattoo of a pick and key entwined runs along the inside of their left forearm. Mireld favors a leather hooded coat that smells faintly of soot and lemon oil. When they walk they tap a small brass knuckle-drum against their thigh in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Contradiction in their look: despite the layered, greasy travel-worn leathers, their boots are always spotless and polished to a mirror shine.