Standing in his well cared for full platemail, Orrek certainly looked the part of the dour dwarven battle cleric. His heavy steel shield standing to his just above his shoulder if at rest and the morningstar looked too long even when grasped by a set of metal gauntlets. For now, it hung from his wrist by some stout leather band, instead a silver holy symbol was clearly visible. "One day I will get the holy symbol welded to the outside of this shield. Saves a lot of fluffing around in battle."