Fatoxhxj Ydyy (Fa-TOKE-shuh Ee-DA-aye). A man who should be in his prime, yet isn’t; is perhaps a bit lazy, as he wears a little extra fat, and has ample amounts of rust on his chainmail. Nevertheless, something about him puts you in a bit of awe…or fear. His mood swings are extreme, and his unpredictability in that fashion alone intimidates you, not to mention the way he strokes his spetum! When in a friendlier mood, he’ll be singing songs none recognize, some of the lyrics are entertaining and good, while others are simply painful to the ear. Always happy to have a pint of ale, it’s tough to say if he’s dependent on the stuff. His disposition towards the clerics in the group, while not rude in any fashion, certainly doesn’t light Belenus’ fire. He admits freely to enjoying booze, and has occasional taught a few polearm classes in the gladiator ward. In other small talk, he mocks Yanni once he learns that he was a part (albeit a small one) of the Strea-Tarl noble community, with every sentence ending, "and how would you like your tea, Lord Nadly?"