Elderly human male of small stature and height, frail to the judging eye but is still quite spry to the keen one. Silvery wisps of hair still cling to his scalp and his blue eyes seem to trap everything that passes in front of them.


The father of Bowden’s wife and good friend of the adventurers who not only helped recover her body but saved his skin from having to pay for her ‘debts.’

Somehow knows about the gangs in the area in some detail.


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