Chaotic good male shifter smuggler
Zodor has narrow, feline features and pierced eyebrows. He is
no saint, but he isn’t the scoundrel that some folk make him
out to be either. Sure, he runs a black-market trade in Cyran
salvage coming into Breland, but he isn’t a killer or a thief,
and he doesn’t expect his smugglers to take part in such
skullduggery either.
Motivation: Protect his own interests, using force if necessary.
Mannerisms: Zodor is curt to the point of rudeness.
Quote: “Spit it out, puppy dog. Whatcha waiting for?”
 
Zodor the shifter has few visitors and is always attended
by two bandits, his human enforcers, Shybuck and Rolls.
Adventurers who stake out his office witness the occasional
scavenger enquiring for work, but Zodor himself only
leaves the premises at night to dine at the Gray Beyond
with his men. Characters can question him in his office, in
the Gray Beyond, or out on the streets.