A nearly 7 foot tall, powerful, and scar-covered half-elf stalks into the area, his one un-ruined eye shying away from the haughty looks he receives. Apparently finding his quarry, he walks up to Seltyn and Talon, planing the butt of his pole arm on the floor with a thump as he scratches the ruined hole where his right ear should be. "This where I put my name down to join the fight?" At the answering nod, he gives only three words, "Telethal. The half-blood."
His clothing and armor is as scarred up as he is, but he walks with a dangerous strength.
HP 25 (12 + 1d12  + 4 con + 2 favored)
str 18 dex 14 con 14 int 7 wis 11 cha 7