Upon first impression, Holtóf has a mirthful face, and seems to be a very typical Dwarf in all aspects (save for perhaps some questionable dress choices at times). Average appearance, average build, below-average height. He seems to be on the older side as well, middle-to-late-aged.

Often he wears a fine orange cloak with matching hood, and on the end of that hood is a short golden tassel which sparkles in the light should turn his head this way or that. Dark blue eyes beneath it are almost always holding some sort of merriment, like everything is amusing to him.

His clothes are not simply utilitarian -- they are also made to be attractive and colorful, both in work or leisure. Even his belts with their sword-sheaths are fine; gem-studded and of quality leather.

Holtóf's beard is so long that it is usually tucked into said belts. His hair, mousy brown with streaks of grey, is also of a good length and is usually pulled back into pretty braids held by prettier clasps, for both practicality and presentation.

Swords are another matter entirely -- Holtóf usually keeps just one on his person, and that is only if he is outside or traveling. If he is inside somewhere of comfort, he will leave the thing with his hood at the front door, more often than not.

He has plenty of love for porter and music, hearty meals and beautiful things, and long conversations about whatever one should feel like. He is not a haughty Dwarf -- far from it. In fact he is very polite and most cheerful, even when bartering or haggling with another.

Sometimes he has a short-coated, floppy-eared, taupe-colored hound with him who answers to "Agate" or more frequently "Aggie".