You step into the dimly lit, smoke-filled hall of Jorrvaskr and immediately spot a striking Orc woman, Grakna, resting her massive double-bladed axe on her shoulder. Her yellow eyes lock onto you with keen interest, and a sharp, confident grin stretches across her face as she pushes off the table she was leaning against. Grakna gro-Kragg: "Another potential whelp, or a challenge worthy of Kragg's Tooth? If you've come to stare, at least make it worth my while by telling me where the fiercest bandit camp is—my arms ache for a proper fight, and my legend won't polish itself!"