"Everything’s got a price. If you ain’t willing to pay it, someone else will."

Grimjaw is a hulking, battle-worn gnoll, his mottled fur scarred and patched from years of surviving the streets of Shadowgrove. His amber eyes gleam with cunning, always watching, always appraising, as if every person and object is just another item for trade. His jagged teeth show in a permanent half-snarl, half-grin, making it impossible to tell if he’s about to cut a deal or cut a throat. He wears a patched-together cloak of scavenged fabrics and leather, adorned with charms, carved bone trinkets, and metal bits from long-forgotten artifacts. Around his thick neck, a string of carved tokens and old guild coins serves as both trophy and warning—remnants of those who failed to settle their debts. His voice is a deep, gravelly growl, occasionally punctuated with a hyena-like chuckle when amused at another’s misfortune.

Ancestry/Heritage

• Gnoll

Profession/Titles

• Scavenger

Work Location

• Grimjaw’s Salvage

Residence

Age

• Elderly

Family Members

Memberships

Allies

Enemies

You'll have to talk to him/her to find out...