Jor is a broad, heavy-framed half-orc whose movements are unexpectedly economical. He favors his left leg, not from injury but from years of standing behind counters and bracing himself against nervous customers, so his walk has a slow pendulum rhythm that becomes startlingly quick when he commits to a strike. His skin has the muted green-brown tone of weathered olive wood, with tiny pale flecks across the knuckles from years of metal dust. His lower tusks are filed flat enough not to catch on a pipe stem. He smells faintly of lamp oil, old wool, and hot iron, and is genuinely unaware that the scent follows him. His face is stern and square, yet he has delicate, almost jeweler's hands, with long careful fingers that handle locks more tenderly than he handles people. The contradictory impression is of a man built like a battering ram who approaches every valuable object as though it might bruise.