Togashi Kegashi is a compact, broad-shouldered dwarf whose movements are unnervingly quiet for someone built like a keg. His beard is clipped close along the jaw but left long beneath the chin, where it has been braided with copper wire and tiny ceramic sewer tiles. His teeth are square, unusually pale, and filed flat at the edges from years of chewing bitterroot and sealing wax. When he laughs, he exposes them all at once, giving the impression of a friendly trap snapping shut. His hands are the first thing most people notice: thick-knuckled, permanently stained around the nails, and covered in fine white cracks from limewater, rust, and underground labor. He walks with a slight forward lean, not from age but from habit, as though always moving beneath a low ceiling. The contradictory impression is immediate: he looks like a blunt instrument, yet he handles coins, locks, and blades with the delicate care of a jeweler.