A hunter by trade, constantly seen walking through Haense with his catch for the day, dumping it at a butchers and heading for the tavern. His highlander father had taught him that if you can hunt you can survive. However, approaching 50 years old and not having died a glorious death like his father in the third atlas coalition war he began to have second thoughts about the quiet life. He returned to his shack and packed only the necessities, leaving his old life behind and heading out to wander the realms. His first 2 years he went from town to town, hunting and selling whatever he could hares, deer and even rats. As he wandered between towns his appearance deteriorated turning almost feral but the man remained underneath albeit under a thick layer of hair.