Gruff and soot-streaked, Baldrek Smokejaw is a giant of a man, his skin marked by stone-gray ridges and burns. Years ago, a geyser blast tore away much of his lower jaw, leaving him to speak through a rune-etched brass voice box that rattles like distant thunder. Despite his scarred visage, his eyes hold a sharp light — he misses nothing in his harbor.
Baldrek commands with silence more often than with words. He is fiercely protective of his dockworkers and sailors, many of whom owe him their lives. He insists that even the great Geyserhorns once bowed their antlers before him during a sulfur storm — a story retold often by the people but never confirmed.