A gruff exterior with a sharp, kindly mind. His once fiery red hair has faded to sharp grey, and must be in his fifties. His wide form and ruddy expression make him look more like a woodsman that a politician. Yet, this is Taal’s land and anything is possible.
Sorland’s job is decide who gets into the city with the plague curfew in force. It’s a job he’s not thrilled with. He holds court daily at The Eel doing paper work and takes long trips into the wilderness whenever he can for solace.