Sword Coast :)

Brannor has the classic traits of a half-orc—greenish skin, sharp tusks, and a broad build—but his features are softened by age and experience. His once-braided hair is now mostly gray and pulled back into a loose knot. His face is lined with both laughter and the weight of the countless stories he’s gathered. His thick hands are calloused from years of pouring drinks, but there’s a gentleness to them as he arranges glasses and hands out pints. He’s usually dressed in a simple brown tunic and leather apron, with a well-worn belt for carrying keys and coin.

Brannor is a warm, steady presence—equal parts barkeep, confidant, and unspoken protector. Though he’s seen the rougher edges of life, he chooses kindness over cynicism. He’s not naïve, but he believes most people try to be good, if given the chance. Practical and perceptive, Brannor has an uncanny ability to read a room and knows when to listen, when to offer advice, and when to discreetly refill your glass instead. He’s loyal to his regulars and quietly watches out for those who stumble into trouble. Though he avoids conflict, his past has gifted him with a quiet strength, and if pushed, he can still handle himself. He runs the Flagon not just as a business, but as a home—especially for those who don’t have one.

Brannor grew up in a small village, the son of a human merchant and an orcish healer. He left home early, chasing the life of a sailor, merchant, and then adventurer for a brief time. Realizing that a life of constant movement wasn’t for him, he settled in the Sword Coast and started “The Drunken Flagon” Over the years, he’s seen it all—adventurers, shady dealings, drunken brawls, and even the occasional dragon attack. He’s become a fixture of the community, offering advice, gossip, or a comforting word to those who need it.