If you had looked upon this Dwarf ten years ago, then you would have been greeted by a clean, well-nourished, richly dressed and finely armed character who possessed a cheerful spirit. However, now he lives without stable income - a different looking Dwarf indeed. Even his weapons, a large sword, was of the finest make, with engravings that tell of its great feats. "Wolfbutcher" was its name.

His clothes are torn and ragged with stains of mud, ale and other unpleasant marks. The once full face is now gaunt-like, it is clear that he is not well-fed. Despite spending much of his time outdoors, pale is his skin. The most notable part of his attire is that of his cloak, which is torn in such a way that it only covers half of what it should.

For all the raggedness that he possesses, one thing remains noticeable unscathed: His beard. It is of a dark brown colour, with his hair tied back and lightly decorated with metal clips. The beard is somewhat impressive, in comparison with his clothing; long, well-braided and tied up with many metallic clips and ties.

The great sword Wolfbutcher is long since gone. Now Waldin wields weapons of crude make, a thin sword that is chipped, rusted and held together by knots of string. Certainly not an instrument of legend, as is mockingly named "Cubbutcher". Not crafted in the great forges of the mountains, but rather by an apprentice in Bree.

Waldin's strength and stature remains unaffected by his recent destitution. In comparison to many dwarrows, he is rather tall. His shoulders are broad and arms have much strength in them. Although rather 'bulky' he is a swift sprinter. Despite his weapons being of poor make, you would be wise to avoid him in combat.