Asey is a squirrelly-looking man who always wears loose shirts and knickers. He is always barefoot. An unassuming dagger hangs at his side. He sports an old wound on his leg, which forces him to hobble around with a terrible limp. If asked, he’ll call himself ‘gimped’ by an orc’s cleaver: “Not so many years ago, that rummage sale of a brigand gimped me with a meat cleaver. Took all the muscle from my bone and left me for the crows. But no mill wright am I, I dragged myself back here, and El and Ut sewed me back up!”