Standing a finger span under three-foot, Banner is barefoot in the manner of smallfolk, though perhaps more underfed than most, with only a small potbelly, charm in his otherwise hard eyes, and a lithe grace to him. His tousled brown is long, often intricately braided, and tied with bone charms in the dwarvish style. From the top of his shirt, typically a warm yellow or green silk peeking out from a nielle black waistcoat and worn over loose charcoal gray trousers, blackwork tattoos peek, together with traceries of scars. Across his shoulders lies the cured hide of a warg, teeth and claws intact, and his wrists are protected by inscribed leather vambraces. His sharp eyes are a vibrant brown, constantly curious and watching, but hard and taciturn with it.

In one hand he carries a dark wooden staff, bearing the tattered yellow silk that is the remains of the standard of the Sunhomed, together with a gray rag. At his waist, two bronzed blades, wickedly curved.

Watching him, an astute observer would note his movements to be deft and strangely careful, used to being in the thick of tall-folk. At times, he is much like any other halfling, unnoticed even underfoot, but when he wants he carries himself with a certain aggressive hubris. These modes carry over to his speech, and though it is more dwarven in accent and style, his voice is bright and melodious. When he can be persuaded to sing, the songs he tends to choose are sorrowful or martial in nature.