A compact dwarf carved like a keg of hammered bronze. His beard is thick and braided with copper wire and tiny gear charms that clink as he moves. His face is lined by years of furnace soot and a permanent crescent scar across his left eyebrow where molten flux once spat. Varek favors a tool-laden leather apron mottled with oil and bright solder stains. He always has a magnifying monocle perched on one brow that he flips down when inspecting tiny workings. Unexpectedly he keeps a faded woven child's ribbon tied around one hammer's handle, an incongruous soft color against the metal and soot.