Thramm is an anomaly among his kin; he is gaunt and narrow-shouldered, with skin like yellowed parchment stretched over a bird-like frame. While most dwarves are broad and sturdy, Thramm is reed-thin; his once-mighty muscles have withered into corded sinew. He moves with a slow, deliberate shuffle, leaning heavily on a staff made of dark ironwood. His eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue that seems to see right through lies. Surprisingly, his hands are perfectly steady, never shaking even when he is suffering from a violent, hacking cough.