Gourmet

The sound of splintering wood echoes through the camp as Gourmet tries to squeeze through a doorway that is clearly too small for his massive frame. He stumbles forward, nearly tripping over his own boots, before regaining his balance and frantically smoothing down the fur on his large, upright ears.

Gah! My apologies! I didn't see that post there... or the wall... or the floor, really. I hope I didn't startle you too much! I'm Gourmet of the Iron Fang, at your service! Captain Ricardo said I should help out with the patrol today, provided I don't break any more of the equipment. My ears aren't lopsided, are they? I spent nearly an hour brushing them this morning! Anyway, where are we headed? I’m ready to smash some monsters or carry your bags—whichever requires more muscle and less grace!