He has a grey cape and iron helmet.
You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
Grimdrar is hostile at first, but he realizes he has nothing fear. He says:
"I was born in Urguan. I got exiled from my family and clan. Now I am wandering in Aevos searching for luck and magic. Not long ago I went to a small town called Petra and met three companions: Bernard, Dolor and Menna, they looked like minded people so I sat with them. Grimdrar said: "Greeting Gentlemen, I am Grimdrar, I am traveling in Aevos searching of magic and luck, and how about you?" Bernard said: "We are up for the same thing , we should make a team!" Grimdrar said: "Yes that's a great idea" Now we are trying to settle down in Petra in search of a new life."

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