Muirgen Ennisi

As rigid and unforgiving as plate mail may be, it’s wildly elastic when compared to Muirgen. No shenanigans, no hootenanny, no nonsense—no way, no how. And if you think that buying him an ale at a pub might wrestle the grimace on his face into a smile, think again. More relentlessly optimistic people than you have tried and failed. He’ll take his allotted 10 daily sips of brew and then ask the bartender if he can take the cup to go. So, enough with the pointless attempts at camaraderie. Get to work. Don’t talk! And if you must, say what you mean exactly as you intend it, and for the love of the Creator don’t try to inject it with humour. He’s heard that there’s a Dwarven Thief Fionghan (page 22) with the same last name who makes jokes that they’re cousins. Not only is it not funny, it’s completely inaccurate. And insulting!