A very large goliath who seems to make rooms smaller simply by entering them. Sashan stands nearly eight feet tall, with a wrestler's shoulders, a barrel chest, and arms corded with the dense, rope-like musculature of someone who has hauled stone rather than merely trained with weapons. His armor is layered in dark gray lamellar plates, each plate thick enough to look like a roof tile, with wool padding bulging at the joints and copper rivets dulled by years of weather. A round ironwood shield nearly as broad as a tavern table hangs from his left arm. He moves with surprising quiet, placing each foot slowly and deliberately, yet the floor often creaks after he has already stopped. His face is broad and weathered, with a heavy brow, a flattened nose, and a mouth that looks stern until he smiles. Unexpectedly, his huge hands are exceptionally delicate when handling bread, bandages, or small animals. Before speaking, he draws in a long breath through his nose, making a soft hiss like wind through grass, then waits just long enough that people wonder whether he has changed his mind.