Tall for an orc yet lithe, with scarred knuckles and a quick, deliberate walk. His skin is mottled with old soot stains from forge-visited nights and pale white ceremonial paint in a single crooked stripe across his left cheek. He favors half-moons of braided leather in his hair that click softly when he moves. His movements are precise and economical, like a practiced pickpocket who learned to dance among blades. Unexpectedly gentle hands for an orc, surprising when he cradles delicate objects.