Zrekk Vhal'tharn is a lean goblin standing just over 4 feet tall, his wiry frame wrapped in jagged black leather armor inlaid with chipped silver runes that shimmer faintly in moonlight. His greenish-gray skin is scarred from countless skirmishes, with a jagged old burn marking his right cheek. His hair is a wild mop of rusty orange spikes that seem to bristle involuntarily when he's alert. His eyes are an unnerving pale violet, almost glowing when his fervor ignites. Despite his diminutive size, he moves with the grave, deliberate steps of a ritual warrior, hands rarely still: one finger constantly drumming an arcane rhythm on his pauldrons. The surprising contradiction is his voice: deep, calm, and unexpectedly melodic, far from the harsh, rasping goblin norm. Wearing a tattered crimson cloak lined with golden thread over his armor, he carries the aura of both menace and dark nobility.