Orvar “The Arrow” Inghild

Like the tail of a comet, it’s easy to see Orvar’s path of destruction when he’s been angered. He flings himself forward—hard—and just keeps going. It’s in his name and his nature. A nomad born of nomads, he prefers simple living with few material possessions. Armour, weapons, a few tools, and coins for food and drink. He’s quite cheerful until “caged”—that is, holed up in an inn somewhere having meetings with shady characters. Then he becomes quite grumpy; never yelling, but making a near-constant muffled grumbling. He is also not a fan of trips to the market. Anything of any real value is pulled away from the bodies of the dead.