A man who wears his confidence like a second skin. He moves like a drunk minstrel pretending at swordsmanship; blades flash as if in a practiced dance yet land with the clumsy force of a lumbering wrestler. His gait is an odd combination of loose swagger and sudden, precise snaps of the wrists. He keeps his greatswords slung across his back in a mismatched row, each scabbard wrapped in different colored cords and trinkets taken from places he claims to have saved. An unexpected touch: his left forearm is covered in small stitched cloth talismans with children’s drawings on them, tied with ribbon, which he smooths absentmindedly when nervous.