Eberron: A Fleeting Peace
A surly, bald dwarf stands before you, raising a single eyebrow as he takes both of you in. The hair along the top of his head is shaved completely, but a red moustache runs across the top of his mouth, and the ends are grown out so that they hang past his chin. His face is slightly wrinkled, and not empty of a few scars, either. A plain, ugly breastplate is hidden slightly under an equally simple black coat. Along his waist, an equipment belt holds a wide degree of tools, some of them metallic and basic, such as a hammer and crowbar. The others seem to be magical in nature, ranging from wands to a glowing set of pitons. His pants are much like the rest of his clothing, but they have stitched leather in them, providing another place to hold gear. The leather straps tightly hold small vials of glowing liquid, and a number of colors are present. Along his back is a massive, silver headed warhammer. The hilt is sturdy wood littered with a number of iron bands, and while the weapon looks durable, you can tell that it’s been used enough that it was forged quite a few years ago.
Little is known about the dwarf, apart from his arrangements to travel with Dallan.