Brundir moves with the slow, deliberate gait of a seasoned miner, his thick legs striding confidently over uneven terrain. His face is weathered, skin deeply creased and dusted with fine scars earned in dark tunnels, but his eyes gleam with an unexpected brightness—almost childlike in their curiosity. A wild, tangled beard streaked with silver hangs unevenly, braided tightly on one side, wildly free on the other, as if two sides of his personality wrestle for control. The clothes he wears are layered and patchworked: heavy leather aprons stained from ore dust over worn wool tunics, with a peculiar embroidered crest on his left sleeve depicting a hammer breaking a chain. Underneath all the grime, a single sapphire ring, oddly polished and gleaming, catches the light on his right hand. His overall impression is of rough strength with a spark of unpredictability.