The face of this dwarven cook looks disfigured by the strongest of evils. In a rictus of fiendishness, this creature shows its elongated teeth and nails you to the place with its white, possessed-like eyes. It grows horns like a goat, and a dark shadow surrounds him.

Tramor used to live in a small village somewhere along the border between the Ivreanate and the Mashtian Confederation. War took his family and home away when he was just a kid, but he barely escaped and traveled the war-torn fields and forests to the nearest town. There he found little to no aid: he was rejected by the children and adults, although less cruel, also showed cold to him because of his race.