Even for the infernal realms, the figure before the door is a horror. Trapped somewhere between life and undeath, he exudes an aura of decay and wrongness, accentuated by the presence of too many limbs, all jutting at unnatural angles. His scales are the white of bloated corpses, and the muscles and bone underneath seem to constantly warp and mutate towards no definitive destination. Even the creature's size is incomprehensible, seeming to be less than a hand-span from some angles and that of an ogre from others. Though the he reeks of violent decay intermingled with the chamber pots he is often tasked to clean (without the luxury of a brush), his nose starts twitching, as if just exposed to a horrible stench. Eyes tightly shut, he prostrates himself, "The instructions were not detailed. But, as always, Orgesht must serve. His exalted magnificence appeared greatly amused that this lowly worm was to aid your esteemed personages in 'crushing the hopes of his people'. The meaning of this is not clear to me. And Lord Cade, my most abject apologies if my manner displeases you. It was the command of the Great Mother herself that Orgesht must give proper obeisance to his betters, regardless of his current master."
