Kragg's face looked off — the way your own house feels strange when someone's moved a chair without telling you.
Byung had seen that same face once before. Back when the orc showed up at his settlement, stood in front of everyone, and did something that clearly hurt him to do. One short meeting was enough for Byung to size the man up. The strong jaw, the wide flat nose, the long scar running from his left temple down to his chin. He remembered how heavy Kragg felt just standing there, the calm stillness of someone who'd been in charge so long the posture never really left him.
None of that was there now. Whatever was looking out through those eyes was wearing Kragg's face like borrowed clothes — it worked, but it didn't fit right.
