A dark-complected man in beautifully worked spiked mithral shaped into the unholy symbol of dread Asmodeus, his silvery polearm catching the light as it leans from where his right leg should be, to the corner behind him. A plate of boiled chicken and glass of thin tea sit on the table, and his fingers continue to shred the meat from bone and mix it with a pinch of salt at an amazingly uniform rate as he speaks, interspersing sentences with morsels of food.
"I can teach several martial pursuits - the security of caravans, the needs of customs inspection, the profession of the sword at sea, or the profession of campaign and raid. I am also considered... adept... with Gentle Repose and other blades of her kind. I am Gunvaldr, Gislasson. My loyalties are... apparent."
"And my hunt for the snakes nears its end."
While Gunvaldr looks like an human Asmodean battle cleric, he is a pure polearm master, +15 profession: soldier and profession: sailor.