This human was old and ill-tempered. He never justified his actions with an apology and was once the architect of many dishonourable jobs. He had the capability to snake out the vulnerabilities in trading towns and ports, using the experience to manipulate and threaten earnings. He was streetwise enough to avoid potential threats, but the scars and dints that combined with his worn face were evidence of harder teachings, probably from youth. He was a pirate initially, but was eventually thrown down and cast out with age. He was badly beaten by a younger comrade, one who wanted equal success to those who caused fear around the shores and trade routes. He lost his title and reputation with this crucial fight, and almost his life. It was a local fisherman who found the battered man, still bleeding from his scalp and pale from the water that soaked into his skin. He was still alive and nursed to relative health by the founder and his family. Vrigdish thanked them with death, stuffing their lifeless bodies into sacks filled with rocks, then lunging out to sea. He stole their home and comforts and found the location of the house beneficial for routines gained in these new lands. He was usually found in taverns, fingering waitresses or tearing meat from a bone. He cared very little for himself, but just a lot less for everyone else. He was a glutinous pig and always searched for those he thought lesser to abuse.