Druid tending to the pulse of nature in the great city of Sharn.
A beard adorned with twigs and odd debris is the first impression this dwarf makes. Then the eyes take in the patch-work cloak, and ill-fitting clothing, and the picture is something of a dwarven vagabond. Suspicious eyes peak out from under his hood, only softening when he sees a familiar face, or while he murmurs quiet words to the ravens, and stray cats of the city.
People are careful as he hobbles through crowds, as much for the fact that his gait is uncertain as for the wolf that follows him everywhere he goes.
