Edrilian dwarves are short and broad, with skin like weathered stone and eyes that gleam like ore veins in torchlight. Both men and women wear thick, heavy beards as a mark of health and honor, braided and clasped with metal to show their lineage and deeds.
They carve their halls deep into the mountains, shaping the stone to echo with their chants and songs. Each hall carries its own “living resonance,” a history sung into the rock itself. Dwarves revere stability, memory, and oath-keeping, seeing themselves as stewards of the earth rather than its masters.
Though stern and slow to trust, they are fierce in loyalty, and betrayal is punished by erasure from their memory-songs. Yet in feast and festival they are boisterous, their laughter and booming voices shaking the stone as surely as their hammers.