...or so some of the locals call him. This dashing (albiet unwashed) rogue is a member of the forest's protectors but out of an unfathomable (to his people) greed and desire for human things moved into the border towns on the edge of the Wood. He ends up falling in with the wrong crowd and becomes a free-wheeling rebel who makes an occasional penny or two guiding people through the Wood. At one point our heroine comes in contact with our little bottom dwelling friend with a very unusual request... (ball point pen and photoshop) Artist's Note: So I can't choose between this discolored eyes or his munched ear (which he highlights on purpose with rings) as my favorite part of his character. Really vests are a-maze-ing!