Blessed with a good-looking boyish face, an everlasting good mood and the misconception that his luck will never run out Gregwald spends his days without a single worry in the world.
He favors wearing a loose white smock, a pair of gray breeches and a pair of soft leather boots.
One of his notable but not very useful skills is the art of whistling which he claims to have perfected.
Being a lazy arse he depends on his good luck to make it through life. It worked so far, twenty one years and counting.