Fellowship of the Company of the Order
A short, slim man in his early 20's, hailing from the town of Triesenberg
Habitually wearing scuffed leathers, with a bow slung on his back and a rather fancy-looking shortsword rakishly on one him. Wiry and agile, rather than muscular, he has the cynical air of somebody who has grown up on the streets, and seem much of the seedier side of humanity.
Despite this, he has an air of bluff honesty about him; a sense that, if you could overcome his innate suspicion and cynicism, this might be a man you could trust to watch your back.