Before you stands the stockiest dwarf you have ever seen. He has shaggy black hair that doesn't quite cover his sunken, haunted eyes and a very short black beard. He is clad in chainmail and carries a war hammer and shield; his arms and armor alike appear tarnished as if seared by too-long exposure to flame. He eyes you warily with an unmitigated scowl upon his face. No greeting escapes his lips and the slightest of nods acknowledges your presence.