Qasim al-Dhi'b is a towering Yotunn with the dense, corded physique of a siege engine built into a man. His olive-gray skin is mapped with old cuts, scar ridges, and pale burn-lines that shine like river stone when sweat runs over them. His black hair is a wild mane that seems permanently blown by some private storm, while his trimmed goatee is kept almost absurdly neat, as if he considers facial hair a weapon that should be maintained. He wears black leather armor cut to let his shoulders and arms move freely, with belts, scabbards, chains, and hooked straps bristling with blades and tools. The strangest thing about him is his contrast: for all his brutish violence, he smells faintly of expensive incense and clean cedar, like a warlord who has accidentally wandered out of a bathhouse. He moves with heavy, predatory confidence, each step measured for impact, and even when he is still he looks coiled to strike.