Hrothgar is small (5’3", 118 lbs.). His hair and beard are mousy brown. His dark brown eyes are never still. Resembling a tailor or cobbler, he can pass unnoticed through most crowds.

Hrothgar grew up in the poorer quarters of Selenica, and it didn’t take him long to be recruited by the Thieve’s Guild. As he grew, he worked as a fagger, a ruffler-boy, and eventually a pair of eyes. Now he is a new-mint bob. His keen wit, completely unremarkable appearance, and charismatic personality have made him a leader, at least among those as inexperienced and low-ranking as himself. Recently two pilgrims have been touched and brought before the Guild. Neither had the iron to trade for jukrum, so they are to be escorted out of town. Hrothgar was surprised they weren’t turned over, roughed up, or killed – but the current Upright Man is a gentle sort who doesn’t like to waste talent or court conflict with other guilds, so a warning and an escort were deemed sufficient. One of the pilgrims is a brute of a cove, a red wester called Ulric. The other is a mere slip of a mot, a dusky pearl named Nightwing. The guild is sending Apprentice Remme and Apprentice Moonshadow as their chaperones. What the apprentices don’t know is that Hrothgar is going as well, to see that the apprentices do their job but don’t overdo it. Remme in particular, he has been told, may be too interested for his own good and especially needs a pair of eyes. All five of them have been dressed as common guards and sent out with a trade caravan bound from Selenica to Ylaruam City. The merchant master of the caravan has paid his protection money, so Hrothgar is also charged with making sure that no one, pilgrim, town bob, or rover tries to pinch.