Talk:Survane

Uniform unkempt and ragged with overuse, this man leans heavily on an old wooden cane wrapped in torn bits of cloth from various parts of the uniform. Strapped poorly to his back, a hefty battleaxe gleams brightly, the blade slightly nicked and covered in small imperfections. Narrow bands of stripes on his shoulder signify his rank in the army, his mouth in constant use to give commands to those below him. The raspy wheeze of his breath escapes his lips between orders, his health failing with the passing age shown on his wrinkled face. Colonel Survane looks to be crushingly strong. He weighs about 215 pounds. He is loyal to The Port of Umbrin. You see nothing in it.