Grumtar Sleethak

Grumtar Sleethak hauls a dented warhorse bell on a leather strap and rings it before every service, even in ruined chapels. Towering and broad with coarse reddish-brown fur and a flat-nosed snout, he wears a cracked holy symbol latched to his belt with fishhook wire. When prayers get quiet, he growls a joke under his breath, then shoves an offering into the donation slot with both hands—too generous, too loud.