Someone didn't stop.

Esrunn in his home setting is one of Melanth's five-man-band of murder hobos, filling the role of tank, heavy hitter and all-purpose blunt instrument. A hybrid, between a gryphoness and a stallion he displays heterosis, otherwise known as hybrid vigour. Even at a young age he was freakishly large, inhumanly tough and immensely strong- topping out at near eight foot. Made an outlaw at fourteen after accidentally killing a man in a wrestling competition, he has lived as a raider and mercenary ever since.

Despite his imposing stature, he is in fact quite a jovial if somewhat bucolic figure- quick to laugh, quick to forgive, a consumate hedonist and more than a bit of a braggart. Prefering by far to keep company in the brothels (or the stables, if such is unavailable) he is normally difficult to anger- but woe betide someone who accomplishes it.

Esrunn typically fights with a warhammer or halberd and not much in the way of finesse, being more a warrior than a true soldier. He is good at hitting things, breaking things, and using his enormous reach advantage well. So far in his thirty six years of life, the simple approach has never failed him.