Mazur yawned, his eyes droopy as he looked down at the mug of bitter liquid. He’d had a restless night, and had taken over the night watch from Rowan. The last few days had been boring; a mission to arrest a noble had ended with the discovery of the noble’s murder. Mazur found the whole thing rather uninteresting. He sat by the fire, trying to relax, when he heard noises in the darkness. He found a creature trapped in a hunter’s snare. He offered to help, suggesting a friendly story as payment for his assistance. He is playful and charming, but also a bit mischievous.