Howl

"A trader, a merchant and a hunter. My dear, you've just described me. What can I do for a lovely tart such as yourself?"

Syrenii are slippery creatures - no pun intended. Highly versatile both on land and out in sea, they are often peaceful beings who want nothing more than to enjoy life on a quiet stretch of land, away from warring states and piracy. However, Howl was anything but a typical Syrenii. He loved going on fetch quests to procure the most rare and valuable items known to man.

The pelt of the last winter wolf? Easy.

The legendary blade of the Valkyrie? Piece of cake.

The Sunchaser Jewelery from the stashes of the Lightweaver herself? Child's play.

Whatever you can think of, Howl can procure it for you... for a price of course. He doesn't do it out of the goodness of his heart. He does it for the obscene amount of gems and treasure he'll soon be rolling around in. As with all businesses, he has a wide range of clientele, mostly of the Circus Performers clientele and, surprisingly, pirates. Occasionally he got strange requests from an isolated, matriarchal tribe located in the depths of the Southern Icefield and healers for rare herbs and raw materials but he wasn't picky. As long as they paid him, he had no problems. However, if they don't pay up, they can expect ships and tents to be burned, icefields to be melted and forests reduced to nothing but molten ore. His wrath was not to be trifled with.

A Syrenii's wrath was not to be trifled with.