Description

A burly dwarf with a wild, overgrown brown beard that looks like it’s been singed in a few places. Big eyes that always seem a little confused. Wears a soot-stained smith’s apron over a simple tunic — probably on backwards. Thick gloves (safety first, even if he forgets why), chunky boots, and a cracked helmet he refuses to take off “because it feels lucky.” His eyebrows are HUGE and expressive, always mid-thought — even if no thoughts are happening. Carries the vibe of someone who accidentally made a masterpiece while trying to cook a potato.