Tall for a dwarf, and wide, the heavily armored figure before you glowers at you sullenly, a heavy puckered scar splitting his face down the middle. His armor is finely crafted, and his thick beard is separated with plain bands of metal, like the rest of him. His horned helm is fierce looking, and the dull bronze color of his heavy full-plate is contrasted by rich black and red. He carries little, save for a belted pouch at his waist with a wine skin, and a backpack that has the handle of some object sticking out of the top.