Kerrang is an old Orc, seven feet tall with loose withered skin. He walks
slightly bent over, but though he looks old and weak, he also gives off an aire
of immense power. He is adorned in armour pieced together from the ribs of
Elvish women, gloves made from the skin of Gnomish inventors, and a robe woven
from the beards cut from Dwarven corpses. Kerrang appears busy preparing the
tools of his art, the art of war. Blood seems to have permanently stained his
hands from his years of dedicated service to the Orcan gods of war, disease,
and death.
He is in good health.
His purse is home to only moths!
 

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