Ebon

Remek is a heavily scarred dwarf in his later years. His face is marked by a deep scar running from his left cheek up to his ear, distorting the features on that side. His right eye is missing, replaced with a simple iron plate. His right hand is gone entirely, replaced by a crude wooden contraption that functions well enough but looks uncomfortable. His build is stocky, though worn from age and injury, and he moves with a slight limp, favoring his left side. His hair is thin and graying, his beard patchy, the scars inhibiting its natural growth. He dresses simply—worn woolen clothes, practical trousers, and weathered boots. Despite his roughness, he keeps himself clean, though his tired expression gives away the weight of his years and experiences. He doesn’t look to impress; his appearance is as no-nonsense as he is.

Remek is cynical, bitter, and hardened by life. His time with the Krones left him with little patience for weakness or foolishness, and he doesn’t hide his disdain for those who complain or seek sympathy. He’s not cruel, but he’s blunt and often cold. He believes the world is unforgiving, and he’s accepted that reality. He doesn’t offer help unless it’s strictly necessary and never asks for it himself. At his inn, he’s a steady, quiet presence—he provides what’s needed, but not much more. He’s made peace with his bitterness, and it’s something that’s settled deeply within him. He doesn’t seek redemption, friendship, or comfort. His life is about surviving, and that’s all he expects from anyone else. If you can’t handle it, he doesn’t care to waste time on you.

Remek joined the Krones in his youth, seeking strength and purpose in their brutal ranks. However, he quickly realized he wasn’t cut out for their violent ways. The harsh battles and constant discipline wore him down, physically and mentally, until he became a shell of the idealistic young dwarf who joined. After an ambush left him missing an eye, a hand, and part of his face, Remek was no longer fit for the Krones’ world. He left, but the damage was done. He tried to make something of himself after, but the world gave him no second chances. Now he runs a small, quiet inn in Peh. It’s not much, but it’s stable. Remek keeps to himself, doesn’t drink with patrons, and avoids getting involved in anyone’s business. His scars, both physical and emotional, have made him a hardened, solitary man. He’s learned to expect nothing from the world—and that’s exactly what it gives him.