Dag Willoughby



Male Human Rogue Scout, age 19

I've never felt at home inside the walls of Fresnevor, much less the small settlement of Wilton where my brother Brynjar and I were born. I watched my father's death years ago. He was slain by a large man who's face I will never forget, it still haunts me to have seen my father stricken down. My brother became the leader of Wilton after Dad died, and I resigned myself to the study of con artistry.

My drive to do good by the people who need me led me to vigilante-ism, where I discovered that it takes more than one man to protect the people who need it. Now more than anything my brother needs me. My niece was taken from us and we still have no leads as to where she is. I'm going to leave this city and see what the outside world has to offer. I hope I never return.

Humanity has been kept inside the walls of Fresnevor for far too long. I think it's time humans rejoined the rest of the world.