Huttser

"Ah, my lady!" Huttser beams when he sees you and Fleur approaching. Fleur smiles cheerily and allows him to lick her muzzle in greeting. He flicks his ears curiously towards you. "Who's your friend?"

Crafty and built like a barrel, Huttser has no problem getting his way. This man is an absolute unit, tough as nails, and not afraid to throw himself into the thick of the fray.

"If you ask me, we need to have more of those," he tells you at the evening meal, slurping on a strand of sinew. "These woods are too gentle. Nothing like a good scuff, I reckon."

You notice Trefren keeping a measured distance. Judging by his muzzle nicks and clumps of missing fur, you reckon Huttser must like to spar. Not even gentle old Trefren is safe.