This bulky figure stood out and apart from the other dock workers. It was not only due to his notable size that he did, but his preference to stay wholly covered, head to toe, contrasted to the loose vests and bared skin of the other dockhands. The man was a quiet, taciturn sort, not a sliver of skin showing, even his hood hiding all but a twin set of amber eyes.
He spoke rarely, but when he did his trade tongue was decently clear. Accented something vaguely Gujarati, his speech seemed nonetheless perfectly adequate.
Unlike the other dockworkers, who might equip themselves with utilitarian knives or such, Erahiin carried an intimidating axe at his back, ready to sling from its harness into his hand.