Harlan is a barrel-chested man who seems forged from the very scrap he sells. His skin is the color of oiled walnut, stained permanently with soot and metal dust in the creases of his knuckles. He moves with a deceptive, heavy-footed grace, like a golem that has recently found its rhythm. His salt and pepper hair is cropped close to a skull that bears a jagged white scar across the left temple. Most strikingly, he wears a pair of gold-rimmed, multi-lensed Goggles of Appraisal that look entirely too delicate and expensive for a man who spends his days sorting rusted iron.