Looking grizzled and haggard this dwarf fit the bill in a particularly apt way in which an outsider might imagine the average member of his race to be. Shorter than the average human clogging up the streets and sporting a far more broad stature, Murin's features were at any given time in complete disarray. An unkempt mop of fair hair and a scraggly length of coarse beard were the norm.

Kitted out at any given time to that end, Murin could often be found toting any manner of small game and pelts hanging from the dwarf's belt among the various pouches and vials, bundled up herbs likely for smoking and medicine alike all haphazardly tied up and kept secure to his armor and within easy enough reach. A knife could more often than not be found there as well and it's use was probably quite obvious.