Description

A rather crude young man. Warf is apt to throw more fists than fancy words around. He values his friends and is very loyal – perhaps to a fault. He is motivated by a sense of adventure and the joy of battle, more so than gold or other such trivial pursuits..

An Ode to Warf:

Moss green skin and eyes of black

Waive your sword-arm forth and back

For they could not love you,

But still your blade was true.

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night,

They took your life, as ghouls often do.

But I could have told you, Warf,

This world was never meant for one

As beautiful as you