Garruk Holken is a towering, heavyset man whose bulk speaks of neglect rather than strength, with a gait that is surprisingly slow and deliberate, like a predator conserving energy. His skin is pale with a faint sheen of grease, as if he’s perpetually bathed in the scented oils from the brothels he frequents. His face is round, almost bloated, with a patchy, unkempt salt-and-pepper beard, stained faintly with wine and tobacco. Yet his cold, steel-gray eyes glitter with calculated cruelty beneath thick, furrowed brows. An unexpected detail is a pair of ornate, iron gauntlets engraved with the symbol of the Adderport Watch, worn day-to-day despite his otherwise slovenly appearance. When Garruk moves, his bulk wobbles slightly, but his hands twitch with a subtle, practiced readiness, hinting at a man once sharper than his current facade suggests. Small scars mar his jowls and hands, remnants of fights long past but never forgotten.