Bramble is a towering firbolg whose broad silhouette makes doorways look poorly designed. His mossy green hair grows in soft, uneven ropes, with tiny white mushrooms appearing in it after rainy nights. His deep amber eyes have horizontal pupils that narrow when he is concentrating, giving his otherwise gentle face a watchful, almost predatory stillness. His skin is blue-gray beneath a faint layer of downy silver fur, and his enormous hands are ridged with old burns, flour cracks, and pale scars from woodcutting. He moves with surprising quiet, placing each foot as carefully as a cat, but when startled he becomes awkwardly still, as if hoping the world will forget he is there. The contradictory impression he leaves is that of a massive, intimidating figure who smells of honey, flour, and clean laundry.