Old McTorvald, The Grizzled Timberwright
Brenn "Old" McTorvald
Race: Human (though he insists he’s more oak than stone these days) Occupation: Timberwright / Millmaster of McTorvald’s Lumbermill Age: 63 (looks it, too)Appearance:
Brenn is a stocky, weather-worn dwarf with a mane of wiry white hair and a beard that seems to hold half the sawdust in the mill. His left eye is clouded from an old accident, but his remaining eye burns sharp and defiant. His clothes are simple workman’s garb, always patched, always practical — though his heavy leather apron has so many axe nicks and burn marks it could almost be armor. His hands are like knots of old oak, scarred and powerful.Personality:
Stubborn as stone — refuses to be told how to run his mill or his life. Gruff but warm — though he barks at his workers, he’s fiercely protective of them. Storyteller at heart — after long shifts, he loves holding court in taverns with wild tales of his younger years: fighting beasts in far-off woods, outwitting bandits, or working the great sky-mills of northern realms. Some are true. Some… probably not. Prideful — hates showing weakness. If you insult his mill, his workers, or his beard, prepare for a fight.Background:
Brenn was once a wandering craftsman, lending his skills to logging camps, fort-builders, and even royal shipwrights across the continent. He claims to have cut wood in the frozen pine forests of the Frostborn Dominion, the burning jungles of the Azarim Sultanate, and even once “felled a tree taller than a castle with one swing.” In truth, his life has been a mix of hardship and hard-won respect. Eventually, he settled in Wyrm’s Crossing, building McTorvald’s Lumbermill with his own hands.Role in Wyrm’s Crossing:
Current Relationship with the Party:
Indifferent
Available Jobs for Party:
Employment at the Lumbermill
Wood deliveries to Construction sites
Children
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