A towering orc whose gait is more like a deliberate march than a walk; each step seems measured to unsettle opponents and comfort allies. Her skin is pocked with old campfire scars and the faded white of ritual ash streaked in a line from the forehead down her left cheek. She wears a crown of braided bone trophies—jawbones of rival chieftains and a child's femur carved with sigils—woven into her mane of hair. Her movement is unexpectedly graceful for someone so huge: she often tilts her head as if listening to a distant drumbeat, and her right arm bears a scarred leather bracer shaped to look like a second jaw. Contradictorily, she keeps one immaculate silk scarf dyed deep indigo tucked beneath leather armor, a relic from a past alliance she never speaks of.