Vorga One-Eye is a towering orc woman with a compact, iron-heavy presence rather than a lumbering one. She moves with economical steps, placing each foot as carefully as if crossing thin ice. Her left eye is gone, not hidden by an eyepatch, and the empty socket is covered by a fitted disk of black horn bound to her brow with red cord. The horn has been polished smooth everywhere except where her thumb rests, leaving a pale, greasy crescent from years of unconscious touching. Her remaining eye is dark amber and unnervingly steady. Her lower tusks are filed flat for speaking clearly during battle. She smells faintly of pine smoke, oiled leather, and iron filings. The unexpected contradiction is her hands: enormous, callused, and built for breaking shields, yet she performs tiny acts of care with them, such as mending a child's boot or braiding loose horsehair back into a standard. Within a minute of meeting her, most people notice that she occupies exactly the amount of space necessary and never an inch more, yet everyone nearby unconsciously makes room for her.