An Eorling, as haughty and crude as he is large. His thick mane of hay-coloured hair has begun its turn to grey and what was once a youthful and eager face has made way to age and the creases which come with it.

Several trinkets have become a part of the old veteran over the years, three loops of woven and braided horse hair sit high on his forearm, and a carved horn of The Hunter hangs from his neck. His clothes are for practical wear, though given his most recent employment, anything from manure to wood shavings, to crumbs could litter his attire.