Born to the order of the forge god, Alrik had been taught to swing a hammer from the day he was strong enough to lift one.

4.5ft tall.
Clothes are simple, well-fit if a bit singed at the edges.
Eyes like embers, disturbed by the air of the bellows.
Short, stocky, compacted muscle and fat into an absolute brick of a man.
Light earthen brown, tanned by the sun and the flame. Fiery red hair and beard.
An affable friend at the tavern most times, an uncompromising artisan in the forge.