Vyn’thar Grumagak

Vyn’thar Grumagak wears a short, soot-stained coat over mail and has a brazen rune-brand on his throat where he once sang to a forge-god. He speaks in blunt syllables, thumb worrying a copper ring while he counts powder charges in a dented tin. When the load fails, he flicks soot and salt into the air to cast.