Big, brawny and simple, Lysander speaks quietly, when he speaks at all, his voice a low rumbling in his chest when he does so.  The largest of the trio of his fellow Tormites, he is, simply put, the 'brawny one.'  However he is also the most subdued, seldom involving himself in the arguments and debates of his brothers, and content for the most part to simply stand and listen to what they say, nodding or rumbling agreement when necessary.

Dark haired and green eyed, he is the eldest of the trio but defers to Jericho.  The big, brawny warrior carries a large sword at his shoulder most times, keeping it close to hand.  A soldier first and a knight second. his devotion to the cause is not as fervent as it might be in his fellows, but he does hold to it, as best he can.  A decent man in an indecent place, he does his best to keep his head down, and look after his brethren.  Unlike his other two knights, he is married, but the marriage is an unhappy one, though he remains devoted to it.  He does his best, but sometimes he cannot hide the bitterness he feels, a sour note entering his voice on certain subjects to which he is sensitive.