His business is his own
|Residence||The Manor, Pemberth / Boars Hollow, Stagslade|
Goes by the name of 'Rab' Not handsome but the signs of a more attractive younger self can still be read on his weather beaten face, if you look very hard. His better years having passed him by, Rab seems to care little for his appearance, his beard is tangled and his hair though crudely brushed straight often appears rather greasy and dirty. He is most reguarly seen in wearing a burgandy hauberk of The Mark or a old suit of Rohirric armour which seems to have served him all of his life. On his right eye he wears an eyepatch which covers a his eye lids, fused tight by horrendous scarring. His physique is that of a veteran past his prime, clearly not half as strong as he was in his youth. That said, he walks with a proud, hefty stride. He meets most others with a gruff distrust and finds very few folk that he would call friend. Often quite rude in his mannerisms he is severely lacking in good etiquette. Rab is a hardened, old bastard most choose to avoid.
Clearly from The Mark, Rab comes from a military background. On close inspection of his armour, the insignia of his rank can just be made out although it appears to have been scratched off, purposefully perhaps. Little is known about his days before arriving in Bree as he keeps very much to himself, he is often found lurking in shadowy spots. It is known he spent some time working for the Bree Guard but was soon removed for reasons unknown. For most, getting any information out of him is like trying to get blood out of a stone, but you're welcome to try.
Ale, Rohan, Grumbling and Glaring
Heights, Dunlendings, Elves, Gondorians, Heros and pretty much everyone else
Self preservation and gain. Returning to Rohan.
'Ale' and others probably too rude to display
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