Broad-shouldered and compact, solid as a forge anvil. He wears layered plates of darkened steel pitted by sparks and stone chips. His beard is a roaring cascade of thick ginger braids woven with short lengths of chain and a single iron bead shaped like a stylized mountain. Skin crisscrossed by a faint pale scar that runs from the left temple down to the cheek, as if struck by a falling stone. His helmet is often tilted back so the beard can fall free, and his gait is deliberate and heavy, like someone who measures every step. Unexpected element: his gauntleted hands are always meticulously clean, nails trimmed and polished, which contrasts with the soot and grind of his armor.