Artus Cimber
The stout yet sturdy human cuts a striking figure, grey hair coiffed immaculately, deep brown eyes peering out from a tanned, handsome face. But the longer one looks, the more the facade falls away, revealing a worn and weary man of a certain age, face plastered with makeup to hide weather damage and wrinkles. He moves with strength and speed, however, and appears all too comfortable with the adamantine dagger at his belt.
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