The Enduring Three
A satyr rake ranger in the employ of Nolos
Gilum stares distantly, his left eye twitching occasionally. Prone to outbursts of laughter and playful joking, something else teems behind his eyes. A slight madness creeps into his body language like a friend that you love to drink with but fear he might start a fight with you at any minute. A skirmisher by nature, Gilum prefers his shortbow but doesn’t hesitate to mix things up.