This dwarf is bronze in color, white beard (not because of age), and almost gold eyes.

Garbin was given a name by the hill giants of the Mirin mountains. The story he has been told since a boy is that he simply appeared out of thin air. The giants gave him a home after much debate on what to do with a hairy and small fuzz ball. The dreams started early in his childhood. Swirling storms of ash and lightning, short and bearded folk with masks bracing against the wind, and a mother crying over her newborn child. The dreams don't change much, but they don't stop. The giants taught the dwarf the value of hard work and strength and even how to live off the land. For years he was content but eventually he would say goodbye to the only family he ever knew. Lacking an education, he came to enjoy farming and through the discovery of his god (insert god) he found that he had a higher calling. He was taught how to read in common and spent countless hours looking over every bit of lore and rumors over what lay behind the Ashen Wall. Something he couldn't explain kept him tethered to the anomaly. The day news reached him of the wall vanishing was the day he left his known life behind. He carries only his faith and his dream with him in the hopes of discovering where he truly came from.