Dragonborn tend to be larger than most folk but the first thing most people notice about Bharash Shadowglass is that he takes it to extremes, the enormous silver-scaled warrior just about topping seven feet in height and easily tipping the scales at well over three hundred and fifty pounds of rock-hard muscle. Add to that the fact that he's got a grin that could make a shark blush and the kind of glacial blue eyes normally found in only the very best class of murderous husky puppy and you might be forgiven for thinking he's imposing enough already.

 Then you get to his armour. When he's not dressed for fancy affairs, he goes clad from head to toe in gleaming, scale-patterned mithril that's burnished to match his skin tone in something of the same way that some ancient armies hammered out their breastplates to imply muscle, and if he's wearing the armour then he's definitely wearing his swords - a pair of antique, blue-steel falcata normally worn one at the waist and one over his shoulder.

 Beyond that? Well, he generally has a pack to hand if he thinks he'll need it but he's found that on the whole, if you can't deal with a problem by smacking it so hard that its ancestors go 'ouch' he probably shouldn't be the one dealing with it in the first place.