Beltarne Rockholm is a short but broad man, like most of his people. His fierce blue eyes top an aquiline nose and fiery beard that reaches to his belt when braided. His ruddy skin is sun- and wind-burned from long exposure to the elements, and his habitually worn mail is as much a part of his devotion to his god as the symbol painted on his shield. He has a rolling gait from his long experience on the road, accentuated by his unimpressive stature at four feet tall. But, as he tells those who comment on it, his height makes it a lot easier to reach kneecaps and other tender areas.