Broad-shouldered and compact in the classic dwarf silhouette. He moves with the sudden, controlled lurch of someone used to hauling ore and bodyweight into momentum. His beard is braided into a single thick cord that ends in a hammered iron bead engraved with the king's sigil. One eyebrow is scarred across as a pale crescent, and the left ear bears two small iron studs — the marks of an old brawl and a funeral vow. His left forearm is wrapped in a leather strap lined with small stones that clink faintly when he walks. Contradiction: despite a barbaric, rough-hewn face he keeps one fingernail obsessively clean and trimmed as if maintaining a private, secret civility.