Bofur Järnhoof is a stout halfling with a barrel chest, powerful forearms, and a deceptively soft belly that makes him look more like a prosperous uncle than a labor-hardened guildmaster. His beard is a dense russet-brown mass braided into five cords, each threaded with polished copper rings that click softly when he turns his head. His hands are broad, scarred, and permanently darkened around the nails by soot, yet every finger bears an elegant gold or silver ring. He walks with a rolling cooper's gait, as if balancing on the curved side of a cask, but can suddenly dart sideways with startling speed. His face leaves an impression of warmth until his pale eyes settle on someone who has lied to him. The unexpected contradiction is that his fashionable clothing is immaculate from a distance, but the cuffs are lined with hidden pockets full of filings, bent nails, and crumbs of black bread.