Lane Fairburne

Dressed in his very finest robes, Lane walks the road alone. He prefers it that way; he’s more likely to be attacked. That way, when he lays waste to his opponents—they had it coming. Absolutely no guilt; not that he’s ever been driven by conscience. It was never this satisfying being a member of a party. Fighters in particular seem to think that it’s their role to be up front, hacking mindlessly away. So it’s particularly enjoyable when one of those “muscle-bound sword monkeys” stops him in the road and demands his valuables. Lane’s favourite trick is to pretend to rummage through his sack, mumbling to himself as the ape demands that he hand the loot over. Then he pulls a fireball out and roasts him alive. So very satisfying.