Brogg is a silent wall of muscle wrapped in layers of faded tabards, burial cloth, and leather straps. No one knows what he looks like beneath the shrouds, and few have asked. His warpick is massive, pitted, and stained, but meticulously maintained.
Brogg does not speak.
He does not flinch.
He does not stop.
He follows orders without hesitation and stands motionless for hours when not needed. Rumors suggest he was once a condemned executioner, now bound by oath to Drenn. Despite his intimidating presence, he moves with surprising grace, especially when separating a possessed body from a soul-stained ruin. He’s the Pact’s last word in disputes - silent, brutal, and absolute.