Bromli is a compact, weathered dwarf who moves with the deliberate stomp of one used to hammering metal. His beard is braided into three thick cords bound with small iron rings—each ring hammered with a tiny rune representing a forge he once apprenticed at. His forearms are ridged with pale scars and faint weld burns that map his life; his hands are broad and soot-darkened but with surprisingly nimble fingertips. He wears a leather apron reinforced with hammered plates over a wool tunic and heavy trousers; when he walks, small sparks sometimes cling to the hem of the apron like trapped fireflies. Contradictory to his stocky, stoic visage, he has an almost courtly tilt to his head when listening—an odd, attentive grace that catches people off guard.