Here stands a very short and stalky figure. His or her, for no one can really tell the difference between a female or a male dwarf, beard is lushfull, long, and brightly colored red. Two long and perfect braides run down each side of his beard perfectly apart, distinguishing his hard and battle worn face. A third, smaller braid, runs down beside his left ear, kind of making his eyebrows appear more bushy than normal. A mess of long hair forms and wraps around his large head and hiding his kneck and ears for the most part. His ears a littly pointy you notice but proportionate to his head, poke through his mess of hair, aligned with some small earings at the top and back of the ear, as well as the lobes on each side. His eyes are a shiny, deep emerald green full of life and adventure. You can tell this one has a bit of wisdom under his belt. His height would be that of normal for dwarfs. Short, stalky arms and legs but full of muscle. If you were not aware of your surroundings and would run into him, it would be like falling over a boulder that rolled out in front of you without notice. He has a deep hearty laugh and a stern and strong smile. A couple of scars that run along his arms and legs show that a blade or perhaps the tip of a spear. Another small scar noticable enough just above the right eyebrow from rough play in his youth. He takes a drink from his drinking horn filled with the finest mead that you could find in the world and takes a puff from his pipe. Chuckling at the parchments that he reads in his hand, likely telling stories of adventures of other dwarves and their findings of treasure.