A broad-shouldered young orc with moss-green skin, a rounded face, a flattened nose, and unusually gentle brown eyes. His lower tusks are small and neatly filed, and his dark hair is tied into a short topknot with faded blue thread. He wears patched brown clothing beneath a simple monk's sash, with a shortsword at his hip and a bundle of darts across his back. His hands are heavily callused from climbing, begging, fighting, and endless practice.

Murzun is energetic, opinionated, and relentlessly certain that he is the smartest person present. He studies everyone around him for weaknesses and useful talents, then immediately explains how those talents should be used. Despite his arrogance, he is surprisingly willing to accept another leader after a convincing argument, and he respects people who can outthink him without humiliating him.

Murzun grew up beneath the market bridges of a crowded river city, where merchants learned to shoo him away and street children learned that his size made him useful. He carried messages, stole fruit, slept in abandoned sheds, and developed an instinct for which guards were lazy and which shopkeepers were cruel. Though he was often the largest child in the alley, he insisted that he was also the cleverest, explaining every failed theft as the result of someone else refusing to follow his superior plan. His life changed when an aging wandering monk found him trying to intimidate a group of older thieves. The monk did not praise Murzun's strength. Instead, he pointed out that Murzun had watched every opponent carefully before speaking, then taught him how patience could turn a clumsy punch into a precise strike. Murzun joined the monk for a time, learning discipline, footwork, and the names of muscles he still cannot pronounce. He now travels as a self-appointed leader, offering plans to anyone who will listen. He can accept another person taking charge, but only after he has explained why his own plan was better.