A stout, brawny dwarf of average size stands before you, yet not like any other dwarf. A grubby, grey beard covers a part of the grey-skinned face that often goes hidden under the brim of his hat, and strands of greasy-looking hair reaches down his neck and ears. A hatched-like nose juts out between two stone grey eyes, often wide and staring, with an expression, a sharp glimmer that send the chills down the spine. Dark eyebrows sweep over his eyes like two iron bars. When the eerie dwarf opens his grim mouth and bares his teeth, one can see the gappy, yellow-grey set of teeth; looking like nothing more than a rat hole. Short, firm fingers extend from the rough hand, with miss-shaped, bitten nails.

Dressed like a thug, the dwarf is clad in frayed clothes, a darkslate-blue shirt and trousers, both tattered around the edges. His boots looking not much better, covered with holes and dirt, yet it seems not to bother the crusty dwarf. A few pouches and bags are habitually slung around his waist, it's contents unknown. Armed with a spiked mace hanging from his hip, along with a blunderbus that he tends to carry on his back. Never unprepared, you can expect the dwarf to have a dagger or two hidden between his clothes. At night he's regulary seen walking the streets of Stormwind with a lantern in his hand.

A crackling, rasping voice is heard when Thonin speaks, almost appauling. Despite his race, he tends to speak Common, rather then his native language. Although not without a tangible dwarven accent. The dainty dwarf has the aggravating habit to gnaw on his nails, whilst talking; this sometimes makes it hard for one to understand what he says.