Zarkat is a broad-shouldered half-orc with the stance of a brawler who has learned patience. His skin is a weathered moss-green, crossed by pale scar lines that catch the light like old stitches. One tusk is intact and polished smooth, while the other is chipped near the tip and capped in silver. He wears an apron of dark leather over a chain shirt, the apron stitched with tiny brass rings and scorch marks from years at the forge-side counter. His hands are huge, scarred, and surprisingly careful, with clean nails and thread wrapped around one thumb for measuring lengths of cord. He moves with a rolling, deliberate stride, but his eyes flick everywhere at once. The most unexpected thing about him is the delicate copper pince-nez perched on a strap at his neck, which he uses for reading invoices with intense solemnity.