The consummate mercenary, the Dwarf Weapon Master has been slaying foes for coin for more years than he is able to recall—in part because he was too busy counting his gold to care. He keeps the company focused on their mission with ruthless efficiency. He has no compunctions about burning down homes or temples, or with harming innocents—when it is part of the contract, of course.

Despite his general like for children (he occasionally gives spare coin to orphans and beggars), he is not a particularly moral individual; he believes in keeping his word far more than following any particular law or listening to pangs of conscience.

He earned his curve blade by defeating a skilled elven warrior early in his career. In combat, he is quite vicious, making use of the splendid weapon to hew down foes in staggering numbers. He takes a particular joy in slaying wizards and sorcerers, in part due to the fact that the wizard makes a habit of including him in the radius of his most damaging area spells.

Despite his abilities, he has died several times in the course of his adventures, only to be resurrected again and again. Most of the deaths have been due to reckless spellcasting, which always seems to amuse the elf. Each time he is raised, he chops off a chunk of beard, resulting in an odd, unkempt look unbefitting any civilized dwarf.