The dark dwarf boy's skin gleams like polished obsidian under flickering torchlight, his squat frame hunched with wiry muscle beneath ragged woolen rags. Coarse black hair mats his broad brow, framing eyes that burn with subterranean fire, while callused hands clutch a soot-streaked pickaxe, veins bulging like roots in unyielding stone. His breath rasps heavy, carrying the acrid tang of forge smoke and deep-earth damp.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).