In patchwork hand-me-down leather armor, toting a heavily worn shield and hammer, Fetch carries himself with a strength and confidence that belies his lack of firsthand experience. His gear may be old, but rarely dirty and never in disrepair. Bright steel gray eyes and blonde locks tend to draw attention from his tall, athletic frame.

Under fairer circumstances he might well have been a great warrior. Never long-winded, but not too shy to tell anyone asking a brief version of his difficult life story; a child orphan with no alternative to pressed-labor within a roving mercenary company. He worked, learned and earned the acceptance of soldiers of fortune before besting their fiery captain years later in a bareknuckle match, earning his freedom in the process. His singular goal in life is to return to them with a fist sized gem and enough riches to court the captain's daughter, a story of love at first sight best left for another day.