The old blacksmith's receeding grey-white hair reveals a mottled scalp. His wizened face speaks about a man who spent way too many years working the forge. Past his prime his muscles are nothing but a shadow of what they were, but the daily work won't let them just become flacid. He walks slightly hunched and tends to lean to his right side. His dark sunken eyes give him a tired and resigned look most of the time.

Usually wearing his working apron, around him can be easily perceived the stench of burnt coal and thick sweat. His calloused hands have that strong noticeable scent of forged metals.