Braum Aegis didn't make an exaggerated entrance or anything, he simply stepped off the airship.
The ramp lowered with a hiss of steam, and he hopped down the last few feet to the stone street below. He straightened, adjusted the strap across his shoulder, and immediately started walking.
Braum was a big dwarf, even if Ryn thought it was a bit of an oxymoron. Surprisingly, he was clean-shaven, as most other dwarven men had sported impressive and highly decorated beards. But what made up for it was his long hair, which was braided impressively and filled with accessories.
The dwarves noticed immediately.
The world slowed, people stopped what they were doing. Conversations tapered off as heads turned toward him.
"Back already?" someone called.
Braum glanced over and grinned. "You still using the east smelter, or did it finally collapse?"
"Collapsed," another dwarf replied dryly. "Took three idiots with it."
"Only three?" Braum shook his head. "Must be a slow week."
