Distrustful of elves. Obeys orders from those with rank in the Silver Flame hierarchy with out question. Finds joy in knowing that one day he will lay down his life and spend eternity as a part of the flame.

A tall, imposing man clad in brightly polished armor, then you would notice the flail and sheild always at the ready, followed by a welcoming smile of one to eager to engage in what you would assume is religious conversation, and lastly his eyes, eyes that are distant and cold, even when he would look at you, its like hes looking through you too a different time and place.
Never seems to be comfortable, aslways making small adjustments to his gear, or how he is sitting.