Dhaal

A large, imposing cowlike beast with a kind smile and soft words. He arrived to witness the guild in ruins, people hurt, adventurers dead, and decided that there was nothing else to do but help.

Dhaal grew up amidst a bustling city, listening to people singing and cheering from the tavern above him, the tapping of feet on creeky floorboard like rain lulling the then young minotaur to sleep most nights. One day however, rather then wake up in the Crawlspace he'd lived most of his life, he was awakened by a sudden lurching, then the impact of sand and gravel. So begun his career as a gladiator.

He was a slave to the ring for what feels like an age, however through constant prayer for help, the broken god answered. Escaping with a multitude of fellow slaves, the still young minotaur ran, and lived the rest of his life following in his gods example.

More recently, now older and... wiser? Dhaal stubled upon the destroyed guild by happenstance. seeing the suffering inflicted by the buildings state, whether it be displaced peoples, or those simply sad about the artwork or food within, He got to work, Beginning to assist in the rebuilding.