Warden Akran is a broad-shouldered half-bugbear with unsettlingly human polish, as if someone hammered aristocratic manners into a predator and then lacquered the result. His fur is dark charcoal with faint bronze striping along the forearms and cheekbones, kept clipped short except where it thickens into a coarse mane at the nape of his neck. The human side of him is the more disturbing half, with neatly filed nails, a waxed moustache, and hands that move with a surgeon's delicacy despite their size. He walks with a measured naval roll, boots clicking softly on stone, and he often carries a folded white handkerchief that never seems to touch anything clean. The most contradictory detail is his smile, warm enough for charity galas, paired with eyes that look like locked cell doors.