Mahntar Elch. A man still in his prime, broad of shoulder and tall, but not overly so. Shaggy black hair sets him apart more than his steely gray eyes; just as his spiked leather jerkin and two flail technique draws more notice than his heavily armored legs and head. A grim man for the most part, he lets his dogs or flails do the talking. Laden with a large and well-equipped pack, he shoulders it easily, perhaps making you realize what pussies you all are. Having the bearing of a soldier, some evening chatter gave way to some of his history. Once a minor officer in a large mercenary group, the Goldhoard Raiders, he split time between watch, battle planning, and splitting meager booty. Serving whoever had the varre, the company both guarded castles and towns as well as raided cities and lairs, all dependent upon their benefactors’ desires. He left the group after a particularly disastrous campaign that left the company decimated. Originally around 150-200 men in size, they were dropped to a mere twenty. Cutting his losses, he resigned the company and left with his two rottweilers, Graleesh and Shovalin. After spending some time in the Chen-tein military, he adventured some, and a couple of years back eventually came to Strea-Tarl to check out the gladiatorial fights he’d heard so much about. It was then that he ran into his old company mate, Fatoxhxj, who was filleting an owlbear in one of the cities Gladiatorial Days matches.