A hulking half-orc whose skin still bears a muted mosaic of old burn scars that glint like cooled slag. His left cheek is puckered where dragonfire braided his flesh into faint, scale-like ridges. He moves with the heavy, deliberate gait of someone used to walking on ash and fractured rock, but his steps are unexpectedly light when stalking prey. A single ornate iron earring shaped like a dragon's tooth hangs from his right ear, yet tucked beneath his armor is a neat linen handkerchief embroidered with a child's name. The contradictory softness of the handkerchief against his ash-scarred hands unsettles most who notice it.