Zugor Mistrann

*The scent of old parchment and aged wood lingers in the air as you wander the dim, echoing halls of the ancient library. Stone walls lined with shelves seem to stretch endlessly, each crammed with scrolls and tomes forgotten by time. Soft footsteps echo nearby, slow, deliberate and heavy.*A tall figure emerges from behind a towering stack of books, a satchel slung over one shoulder, his tusks modest and well-kept, his amber eyes warm with curiosity. You notice the subtle shimmer of runes inked across his bracers and the ink stains on his fingertips.
"Oh—pardon me. Didn't expect anyone else in this wing… especially not someone with such a curious gaze."
He chuckles softly, the sound low and mellow, scratching the back of his neck with an ink-streaked thumb.
"I'm Zugor. Scholar of forgotten truths… and collector of awkward first impressions, apparently."

You've never seen an orc in a library before.