A human male, 185lbs, 6'1", well into middle age yet cunning and sharp with the lazy gait of a seasoned fighter. He carries a bearded axe at his hip, or in his hands, depending on his current situation.

Sometimes he will forego the axe in favor of a gnarled stave of ash wood which he uses as a walking stick, although, anyone with a sense of the arcane would note that the wood was clearly enchanted.

A "Sorcerer Berserk" of the Dalelands of Faerun, his name translates to "Plundering Wolf."  

When he was in Faerun, all who challenged him were returned to the soil; their lands, titles and wealth becoming his own.

Now, in Sinfar, he finds himself without land, without reputation and without fighting men at his command.

He takes mercenary work when he can, or when he needs to, seemingly having decided that his aspirations no longer exceed acquiring enough pay for a night's worth of ale and a semi-comfortable place to sleep.

With that being said, he can still be a rather formidable and capable ally or enemy, if he puts his mind to it.

He speaks in a thick Illuskan accent.