Short and squat with the slow, deliberate movements of someone who thinks before they act. His beard is a thick braided mass threaded with tiny iron rings and a single strip of hammered copper shaped into a small rune near the chin. His skin is pocked from sparks and long healed burns, and flecks of soot sit in the deep grooves of his knuckles. He carries a small iron brazier slung at his hip and a prayer-hammer at his belt. When he walks he hums an old chant under his breath that sounds like an old anvil rhythm. Unexpected element: he wears a faded, floral scarf tied around his neck in a knot that looks absurdly delicate against the hard utilitarian lines of his armor and tools.