Lorgan Varro
Retired Eldorian Legionannaire
Lorgan thuds arounds the common room - often in his old armor "just to stay in practice" - of the Red Drum Inn with practiced ease, despite his bronze leg. "The cutters didn't know any healing magic so they couldn't save it but it works just fine for what I need," he'll tell anyone who asks. "I got off better than the horse that fell on me, after all. She broke her leg and they had to put her down." He used his pension - not substantial but a fair purse of coin as he had served as a Sergent for a dozen years before the accident - to open the Red Drumm Inn in Pendril. Always a rules follower, the strange Edicts of the Watchful City felt comfortable to the former soldier.
With close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and steel gray eyes, Lorgan has the look of one who has seen the best and worst that Tarien has to offer. Not much one for starting a conversation, his gruff voice answers the questions of patrons with a rapid clip, softening only to tell old tales of his time in the Legion . Though always polite, it usually takes longer than a customer's visit for them to warm to him or he to them. He assumes the best in people but has little tolerance for those that can't abide by society's rules or manage their own affairs and isn't afraid to use his "sergeant's voice" to quell
Lorgan, Having a Drink with his Patrons
a disturbance or give someone tough advice. He has no compunctions about reporting troublemakers and deadbeats to the Grievance Box and has received compensation from a half-dozen Judgements over the years.
Current Location
Species
Age
Late Forties
Birthplace
Phelandria
Children
Sex
Male
Eyes
Steel Gray
Hair
Close-Cropped Salt-and-Pepper
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White and Weathered
Height
5 ft. 11.
Weight
180 lb.
Belief/Deity
Aligned Organization
Ruled Locations