You see a middle-aged duergar who is oddly handsome for his race. The dark stubble on his face does not hide his grin that continues without pause. His eyes are azure and pierce you like a dagger. Though he is clearly balding, the remaining wisps of black hair on his large head are well kept. His bulging waistline hints he spends more time feasting than anything else. Like most duergars, his skin is rough to the touch and very pale as if it has never seen the light of day.