Smithing Master Hewg
I really think Master Hewg would be happily married for centuries by now if he weren’t shackled and kept prisoner by the Roundtable Hold.
It’s not important that he looks like a lizard with a great deal of bone spurs. As the spirit tuner Roderika, who resides in the same Roundtable room as him, has proved, Hewg’s looks are secondary to his knowledge. He’s gruff but dedicated, he pretends not to care when you’re away, but notices that you were gone. Plus, his familiar, hot-tempered greeting “lay out your arms, then,” is kind of romantic.
