Marshal Drenn is a man carved from old campaigns - gaunt, scarred, and unreadable. Once a decorated officer in a Windemyre Basin lord's army, he now leads The Carrion Pact with a cold, steady hand. His armor is plain but well-maintained, each dent a memory, and he still wears the fractured insignia of his former legion, a symbol he refuses to explain. Drenn speaks rarely and never repeats himself. Orders are given once, quietly, and obeyed without hesitation.
While others posture or involve themselves in politics, Drenn simply assesses, calculates, and executes. He’s not cruel, but pragmatic to the point of discomfort. For him, war was never about glory - it was about survival. And now, in the Pact, he has forged a new kind of warband: one that doesn’t break, doesn’t waver, and doesn’t forget.