A slim Ulfar in his twenties, with messy dark hair and restless hazel eyes. His right leg never healed properly after the fall of Mistreach: he walks with a stick he pretends not to need. On his shoulder there is often Nera, a raven a little larger than average and old enough not to be impressed by almost anything.

Unable to roam as a ranger any more, he accepted Bite’s offer and became a druid initiate.