Thormak Eldrivan

Thormak Eldrivan keeps his longbow unstrung until the moment he needs it, and he checks the notch on the arrowhead with his thumb before anyone speaks. A lean human with ash-brown hair and a salt-stiff coat of grime, he wears a patchwork belt of trap-chalk and oil-stained twine. He laughs once when a plan clicks, then counts routes in whispers—roads, not prayers—so his enemies waste steps.