Vrakkan is a mountain of corded, crimson muscle squeezed into an ill-fitting doublet of silver and teal silk. His skin is the color of dried clay, and his ears are notched from dozens of battles. He moves with the predatory grace of a soldier, yet his hands are perpetually stained with ink rather than blood. He wears gold-rimmed pince-nez perched precariously on his flat nose, which he adjusts whenever he is about to deliver a biting insult. He carries a heavy, iron-bound ledger as if it were a shield.