Delwyn Barnacle

Barnacle is forty pounds of pocket-picking, back-stabbing, ship-wrecking trouble. They could steal the teeth off a shark and still be home in time for dinner! They might make a damned good operative for the Church if they could get over killing their fellow citizens!

Troubling affinity for rats.

History
They spent their early life working on liner engines in Tannerford for the elven combines. The gnomes they cram down into those holds are coke for the furnaces; their life expectancy is a joke you wouldn't tell in a brothel.

Still, Barnacle made it out! Left a pretty mess behind them, too.