A goliath of Grimforge looms before you. Standing tall for a Dwarf, the peak of his head is split by a mane of slightly dappled chestnut hair that has been half-heartedly pulled back from his face and arranged into sloppy braids. His beard carries the same chestnut color of his hair and is so long and thick that it has been gathered together and tucked under his upper clothes to prevent it from interfering with fighting and forging. Peeking out through the beard, a set of knobby teeth seem to have developed a rich yellow-brown patina of neglect. In the matter of soap and water, his policy seems to be one of live-and-let-live; it would take a man of iron indeed to stand downwind from the richness of his bodily odors for long.