Middle aged human male, Muscular build, Black hair, grey eyes.
Sergeant Hrovar Marris was the only member from the town to have gone off to fight during the Last War. It is highly likely that he was only picked in the draft because he shares a name with his grandfather who had been a young man the last time a census-taker came to the village. Marris was the senior sergeant in a platoon of heavy infantry attached to a cavalry division. Marris doesn’t like to talk about the war, but curious villagers have learned to ply him with beer to loosen his tongue. Once he gets started, this usually gruff and taciturn man of fifty-something is actually a very good storyteller and has been known to drunkenly regale rapt audiences! Sergeant Marris trains and leads the village militia and supplied the small cache of arms and armor through his skill as a blacksmith.