Average....just Average, one would think a first glance at Doldain, except for the long flaming red hair banded together in several places, finally resting at the base of his lower back. Short by human standards at 4ft 5in, Doldain would look like any other Hill Dwarf that had found his way to this city. Just over 100 yrs of age, Doldain was relatively young in Dwarven years.

His Scale Mail is scruffy & unpolished. Shield strapped to his back with a light crossbow attached for easy access along with the bolts. The mace strapped to his right side slung so low that seemed like he was dragging it along with him. On his left side hung a full wineskin filled with his favorite brew -- Mead from which he reached down & took a long pull from just prior to entering the gates.

He scanned the crowd while trying to focus on finding the temples of the Goddess Selune. He figured he'd need the blessing of Selune for his next venture, whatever that was. It had been a long time since he was around other folk so naturally he was a bit distrustful, yet he approached a city guard & inquired as to where the Temple of Selune was located. The guard only pointed down the cobbled street & abruptly left him standing there. Another long pull from the wineskin, and off he shuffled....pausing once to move his mace a bit to keep from stumbling over it.