Fafnir

Fafnir was a wondering mercenary after leaving wind at a young age. His services were available to any flight or beastclan who had something to trade.

As he aged, he wanted to find a clan of his own and after many years of wondering he wound up here. He liked the policy that he could leave whenever he wanted if he wanted, but he decided to stay.

He's second commander of war only after Idnerth. They don't really talk much outside of their job and even then it's mostly a few nods and occasionally a "Let's go."

Some consider his boastful stories of battle and almost fanatical dedication to keeping his silver armor clean, vain. Some just say he's a warrior and if he has the skill to back it up nobody has the right to complain.

He can often be seen in the mead hall reveling in the glory of his latest victory.

After the clan captured and caged Astrid, Fafnir quickly objected to her staying, saying that he knows from experience she's too far gone. His birth clan was destroyed after a raging battle with a rival clan ignited rage within the souls of his Wildclaw clan members, Fafnir being a young one at the time obviously was not affected. Something snapped in them, their eyes glazed over, they tore each other apart more fervently then they had the enemy. Fafnir ran, he ran until his legs gave way.