Friend. Swordsman. Anal about Justice.
Tall man with a neurotically-maintained brown buzzcut, a nigh-permanent suntan, and an expression of mildly concussed good nature.
Born and raised in Sedlec, and the local equivalent of a more personable Wyatt Earp. Constantly at odds with the local Chief who probably wouldn’t know true loyalty if it bit him in the ass. Sees the world as rigidly divided into two sides: Right and Wrong, and if you’re doing something Wrong he will beat you until you quit doing it.