Lord Kellas ir’Moran

This old dwarf must be well into his second century. His long beard is white as marble, and his muscles are lean and weathered beneath his deeply wrinkled skin. He wears the dress uniform of a high-ranking officer in the Brelish Army of the East, and a ceremonial broadsword in a jeweled scabbard is slung across his back. He fixes you with a steely gaze, and for a moment he has the bearing of a mighty warrior; then he smiles widely, and the aura of menace and power melts away.