Shorter than his brethren - standing a shade under four-and-a-half feet - Bugrem is muscled and precise with his movements. Beneath hard brown eyes, his beard is full and tousled, with but a few burnished bone charms - black with hints of russet, like the fur of his wolf. Depending on the occasion, he might be found in a blackened chain hauberk, a leather breastplate, or simple clothes of gray and dark green and red.

Typically he carries a stout club at his belt - together with a warhammer and clan shield, or a brace of spears, on the road. His belt and cloak clasp mirror the symbol upon his shield, a stone face with wind issuing from it - turned on its side it cleverly resembles a mountain belching fire.

When he speaks, his voice is melodious and soft, and his words well-spoken and thoughtful.