On a brief look, this stout and hardy Dwarf is rough and rugged and beaten by the long road. His boots are scuffed by rock and bramble, his clothes are thrice stitched and in a meandering pattern, a sure sign of a better tailor. Despite having the look of a wanderer and vagabond, ink stains on his fingers and singes on his sleeves might give away a scholarly pursuit. At a time of relaxation or dwelling in the holds of his folk he is mostly garbed as a scholar, or Dwarrow of a slightly more than modest wealth.

On closer inspection, this Dwarrow's pack is made to withstand the beating winds in the mountains and holds all a traveler could need off the beaten path, let alone on it. At times a cloak and hood, now apparently devoid of any colour may clad and cover him from the worst of the weather. At his sides, upon his dependable belt of black leather, a small hatchet and hunting knife hang, and a crossbow is for the most part slung over his shoulder. At his neck, accompanying a small collection of finely wrought gold and silver chains is a neck knife and flint, held in a small leather pouch and sheath.