Draz is a compact, broad-shouldered dwarf with the dense, work-hardened build of someone who has spent as much time hauling equipment as fighting. He moves with an odd forward tilt, always balanced as though standing on the deck of a ship, and when he waits he rests his weight on the balls of his feet instead of his heels. His beard is clipped square at the jaw and bound into three short cords with brass ammunition caps. His hands are blackened at the nails from powder, but his cuffs are obsessively clean. He smells faintly of pine resin, lamp oil, and expensive rosewater, an unexpectedly delicate note for a hired killer. His most noticeable habit is checking the small brass locket beneath his collar every few minutes without seeming aware of it.