Shor was a walking mountain of a being. Ogres were easily the biggest intelligent race in the world, males standing 2,4 meters high on average. However, even for an Ogre, Shor was a hulk. He had been the strongest in his village, which is how he had survived the slaughter of his clan. He stood at 2,7 meters, maybe a little more, with the smaller races such as Goats and Goblins coming only barely above his knees. As such, he was, of course, forced to bend down quite a bit, annoyed at these tight spaces. He followed the goat into the briefing room, however, and luckily, it was a lot taller. While most likely it had been made with a high ceiling to look impressive, and not to accomodate Ogres, Shor was simply relieved he didn't need to duck any more. However, as he straightened out, he still didn't speak a word. He wasn't much of a talking person, and never had been. He would find out what was going on, and if he didn't like it, he'd leave.