A stout man of 48, he carries the weight of his years in the deep lines etched into his weathered face. His once-lustrous dark hair is now peppered with gray, and his beard is trimmed but unkempt. He wears a faded tunic of rich fabric, its colors dulled from neglect, adorned with a simple silver brooch shaped like a hammer. His eyes, once fierce and commanding, now often reveal uncertainty, a flicker of the strength he once embodied. His posture is slightly hunched, reflecting the burdens he bears as he struggles to maintain control over the village.