Omar is an older man, balding with grey muttonchops and bulldog-like jowls. He has the pleasant demeanor of a wet wolverine and once upon a time personally chopped the ears and noses off an Ivthian tribe that had the misfortune of assaulting the patrol he commanded. Tasked with protecting The Harrowing Pass from all invaders, Lord Omar is convinced that Miir should be at the heart of the next great empire and isn't shy about letting his fellows know that they should be out conquering the decadent descendants of the Demurran empire rather than holing up in a single city.