Faltore

A short fat half-elf with cropped brown hair that revels in indulgence and does whatever he whims. Has a love for breaking things (and people) that has earned him the ire of his cohorts. He has a hatred for weakness, and his ability to drill and train acolytes quickly and brutally makes him tolerated. Hates being told he can't do something. His mask is chubby and looks like its blowing air.

Is in the process of chopping down Emerald Bough's tree.