Seated at the table is a broad figure garbed in dull black leathers, hood thrown back to reveal dusky grey-green skin and a shaved skull with a short topknot at the crown. Heavy brow ridges set above green eyes frame the half-orc’s face, and his blunt features twist into a wide grin, short tusks protruding.
A wickedly curved dagger is embedded point-first into the table in front of him, and his hands rest palm-down on the tabletop. Everything about Kraul exudes confidence.
He speaks up in a gruff, rumbling voice.
“Welcome. Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable.”