Short and squat in the sturdy way of a mountain-born dwarf. Bori moves with slow purpose, like a man who reads the land as other people read a book. His braided beard is streaked with silver and hay, woven with a single faded blue ribbon that once belonged to his wife. Scars spider across his forearms from hoof and plow, and his left eyebrow bears a pale crescent nick from a goblin blade. He favors a battered leather shoulder pad and a patched wool vest over a linen shirt. Unexpectedly, he carries a small carved wooden toy in his pocket, its paint worn to nothing, which he twists between his fingers when worried.