Poatril

Casting aside the normal weapons of his fortress, this man carries a massive trident in one hand while dragging a large net in the other. An ornate horned helm adorns the top of his head, numerous dents and spots of blood dotting the surface of the item. Clipped all over his uniform, tiny scraps of cloth hang as mementos of the warriors he has fought and defeated over the years. His eyes, black like freshly mined coal, sweep across the room in front of him on lookout for any warriors to meet in battle. Major Poatril looks to be crushingly strong. He weighs about 206 pounds. He is loyal to The Port of Umbrin. You see nothing in it.