Harold Sherris

Harold Sherris, once a stalwart warrior of Falkirk Keep, now stands as the stoic proprietor of the Prancing Pegasus Inn. With a past etched in battles and campaigns, his weathered exterior tells tales of a life lived on the edge of steel and shield. Retired from the rigors of military life, Harold's demeanor is gruff, his words sparse, yet his actions speak volumes of his unwavering commitment to duty.
Within the walls of his inn, Harold maintains a sense of order and cleanliness, a testament to the discipline ingrained in him through years of service. While his hospitality lacks the warmth of a seasoned host, his prices are fair and his establishment a refuge for weary travelers and locals alike.
Behind the bar, Harold's movements are swift and purposeful, a relic of his days on the battlefield where hesitation meant defeat. Though he may not engage in idle chatter, his presence commands respect, and those who frequent his inn know that beneath his stern exterior lies a man of integrity and unwavering loyalty.
In the flickering light of the hearth, Harold's gaze often drifts to the shadows of memory, where ghosts of comrades past linger in the recesses of his mind. Yet amidst the echoes of battles long fought, he finds solace in the quiet routine of innkeeping, a role he has embraced with the same determination that once fueled his days of war.
Harold Sherris may not wear armor or wield a sword, but within the walls of his inn, he remains a guardian of sorts, offering safety and relative comfort to those who need it can can pay in hard coin.

"No nonsense here, just ale and a warm bed. Take it or leave it."