Brent

A generous ale-stained white goatee and round apple-red cheeks accentuate the mature Human ranger's wide grin. A foraging apron tied around his belly rides well above the waistline of sagging deerskin breeches that allow too much of him to peek above it when he leans over the ale keg. His voice is like gravel, though there can be a warm tone to it at times, and a cigar swings mechanically from his lower lip when he talks. Brent speaks to everyone as though he's known them for years, and in many cases, he has.

Brent is the owner of the Old Mine, a tavern in Blackthorn Canyon.

Conversation

• About The Last:

Shifting his great weight slightly in the chair, Brent says, "He's our Last and a damn fine ranger." He points a thick finger towards the north, "Those defenses ever fall, and he'll make a new wall of blasted rock. That ranger's sittin' on enough naptha to bring half the Stormfells down into this canyon."