PAWTHOR is a wiry male kobold with rust-red scales, a pale cream muzzle, oversized ears, and bright amber eyes. He wears dented chain mail fitted with leather straps, a battered shield painted with a crude golden claw, and a faded soldier's cloak several sizes too large. His left horn is chipped, and a narrow scar runs from his brow to his cheek. Despite his small stature, he carries himself with exaggerated military dignity.

PAWTHOR is loud, theatrical, and relentlessly confident in public, even when he has no idea what he is doing. He craves recognition and treats minor victories as legendary campaigns. Beneath the boasting, he is surprisingly loyal, quick to defend anyone being bullied, and deeply afraid that his courage is only an act.

PAWTHOR was raised beneath a ruined watchtower by a kobold warren that survived through caution, scavenging, and strict obedience to whoever seemed strongest. He was never the strongest kobold, nor the wisest, and his attempts at inspiring others usually ended in confused silence. What he did possess was stubbornness. When a neighboring warband began raiding the warren, PAWTHOR joined the local militia and discovered that armor, formation drills, and shouting orders could make even a frightened kobold feel ten feet tall. His military career ended during a disastrous retreat from a bandit assault. PAWTHOR stayed behind to hold a narrow bridge while his wounded comrades escaped, not because of noble devotion, but because he had accidentally been left with the unit's sacred regimental badge and was too embarrassed to admit it. He survived through frantic improvisation, a lucky collapse of the bridge, and what he insists was divine intervention. Since then, he has declared himself a paladin in service to the mysterious ideal of heroic victory, though he has not yet decided exactly what that means. He travels in search of glory, useful allies, and a cause impressive enough to make his old unit regret underestimating him.