A stocky duerg with hateful eyes and a sharp executioner's axe ready and handy. Taken to trade in the dark corners of surface settlements, the dwarf carries the brand of his betrayal on his left cheek, an unsavory and untrustworthy opportunist with a keen eye for precious stones and carnal delights.


Hailing from a frigid frostcursed pocket of the Underdark, Ruin had little choice but to flee after a failed coup. beaten and bloody, the traitor branded duerg worked as a hired blade in the merchant caravans. Let loose by his employers soon after coming to Sinifer, the old duerg only wants to drown his aches and failed aspiration with drink and cheap women.

The dwarf's body carries old and faded scars and burns, much of those old wounds carried down his broad arms.  The most recent mark on him, an akewed brand of a diamond atop an arch over a blooming flower is seared  into his left shoulder. He usually leaves it exposed.