Born 21 years ago in Carolustadt, Wulf Käutner is a relatively young bard, who, after leaving his father’s house at the age of 15, who had taught him to read and write at an early age, has been wandering from tavern to tavern, singing, and writing to make a living.
He prioritizes having a good time above all which has turned him into a sometimes disrespectful, although happy and jovial, alcoholic, who knows only little of sword fighting, and much more of fistfights after countless bar fights and, while he may not have much history, he looks forward to the days when his glory might come and his name be known all throw out Arcas as the greatest poet alive.
