Role: Night guard on Bitter End’s public warehouse
First met: Session 2 Recap - Three to the Dawn
A poorly paid man-at-arms with a beer in one hand and a candle in the other. Security is poor at best. He gave Sandy a long look up (“you’re tall”) and said the last person he’d seen that tall had been in the tavern a month ago: loud, partying, the winner of every arm-wrestle, and she took all their money before she went into the Bitter Market. Sandy said that might have been her sister.
Sandy challenged him to an arm-wrestle to keep him busy. He staked five gold, about a month’s pay, and won. “Too bad you aren’t as strong as your sister.” He was still telling the story to the next guard down the street when the party left.