Hrothamar is a broad, shirtless dwarf with the compact, powerful build of a champion sumo wrestler. His body is soft around the middle but dense with astonishing strength, giving him the appearance of a cheerful brewer until he shifts his weight and the room suddenly feels smaller. His hair and beard are dark iron-gray threaded with intricate silver braids, each braid clasped with tiny copper fermentation seals. He has rosy cheeks, a round nose dusted with pale freckles, and bright amber eyes that crinkle whenever he laughs. Blue-black runic tattoos cover his chest, belly, shoulders, and arms in interlocking bands that resemble brewery ledgers, battle maps, and old mountain script. His hands are unusually memorable: thick-palmed, heavily callused, and permanently stained at the fingertips by saffron, malt, charcoal, and bronze polish. He waits with his weight resting on the balls of his feet, heels barely touching the ground, as if every conversation might become a wrestling match. The unexpected contradiction is his delicacy. Despite his immense bulk, he pours ale with the precision of a jeweler and can tie a miniature ceremonial knot in a single silver beard braid without looking.