Agador Ottvoff
Agador Ottvoff stands straight, his chest puffed out in self-importance. He wears all leathers and a blue cloth tabard which drapes over his torso, simply decorated with a white shield and cross. In his hand he holds a staff, a short knife rests on his hip. On his back is a small backpack.
Agador looks at you briefly, his eyes cold and calculating. In just a moment, he will sum up the whole of your existence into a single question. 'Are you of any use?'
Agador looks at you briefly, his eyes cold and calculating. In just a moment, he will sum up the whole of your existence into a single question. 'Are you of any use?'