Thokk is a towering figure standing seven feet tall, with skin the color of moss-covered river stone and a frame built like a siege engine. His body is a map of white, jagged scars from his youth in the fighting pits, yet he carries himself with a deliberate, gentle slowness. Paradoxically, his massive, calloused hands often cradle a delicate wicker basket filled with rare wildflowers. He wears a wide-brimmed straw hat that casts a shadow over his protruding lower tusks, one of which is capped in gleaming silver. He smells of lavender, damp earth, and just a hint of old iron.