Large, powerful hands reached up and took hold of the door, opening it with the obvious demonstration of a lack of grace and with fingers that would have at first seemed bloated or swollen, save for the fact that they were attached to a massive and somewhat lumbering Ogre who had to bow his body in order to make it through the doorway. Mail armor rustled as he looked around slowly, his one good eye taking in the surroundings with a detached calm. Even as all sorts of sounds echoed throughout the edifice, as the sounds of clear combat and other, darker practices came to his ears he remained utterly calm. Large muscles rippled against rough skin as he moved, trying to find a place for someone of his particular bulk to sit without crushing or snapping the available seats.<br/><br/>The battle-scarred Ogre raised a hand to slowly stroke his head, feeling the place where his left ear once was idly, fingertips trailing slowly along to where his eye had been. He tapped the rim of the empty socket, then shifted to one of two particularly large seats at one edge of the first room, rather ignoring the hustle and bustle while he relaxed. A large sigh, large enough to be the Ogre's alone escaped his lungs, and he squeezed his bulk in against the chair with the clear sign that he was more comfortable.<br/><br/>His armor was designed simply, yet effectively to display Clan symbols without being uselessly ornate, while his totems dangled from his belt. Though a pair of maces dangled at his sides, they bore no special signs that they were empowered. He hadn't even bothered to unleash the elemental powers to form a shield, at ease with the chaos that flowed so freely throughout the building. A large hand slipped down to his side, opening a pouch to pull a small bundle and set it on the table, a square item wrapped up in large leaves of some kind. Dirty nails dug into the leaves to rip them apart, allowing him to access the specially cooked meat and dough within.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>