The dwarf Ordurin Unlas stood short, even for a dwarf, but burly as a boar. At 200 years of age, Ordurin was still relatively young. All those years still gave Ordurin a measured perspective and thoughtfulness. He spoke carefully. Each word was chosen for maximum impact. Indeed, Ordurins love for tobacco had also changed the tone of his voice; decades of smoking had added a quality of depth. Ordurin also enjoyed the finest Dwarven ales, often downing countless pints of the most expensive Mahakam ales. Ordurin cloaked himself in simple utilitarian garb, unremarkable in appearance and meant to allow him to blend in to the background. Which suited Ordurin perfectly as a thief.