Dirty blonde hair, hazel green eyes, 5’9". Always wears a stern expression.
Seer oracle of Pharasma. By communing with his goddess he is able to sense when adventurers are soon to assail the dungeon. The price that he charges for this ability (other than a share in the profits) is a set of restrictions for the party to abide by. No using undead, and no killing anyone that his goddess has marked to not die yet. Sometimes it seems like he’s looking down his nose at the rest of the party, but it’s hard to tell since he doesn’t talk much.