Name: Nikkul Fhripe Age: 41 Sex: Male Race: Human Appearance: A lined, grizzled face with downturned corners of the mouth, hard eyes. He's a short man who always wears a hood that fights tightly over his ears and under his chin, and a heavy leather belt is never without a club. Favored Weapons: Club, crossbow, brass knuckles Biography: Nikkul Fhripe was a cruel child who grew into a cruel man. His current position is as Head Gaoler for the Duke of Istere, a job he's held for ten years and which he got when his predecessor predeceased him at the hands of a pair of inmates. He's a brawler with an uncanny sense of how to put fear into people, and he prefers to crush someone's morale rather than beat them physically. His penchant for cruelty thus runs to the psychological rather than the physical, and he's known to have driven prisoners to suicide simply through baiting them. Nikkul Fhripe has been making money on the side by imprisoning the enemies of people who can pay to have them imprisoned, and since no one from the Duke's estate ever visits to inspect the hellhole at No. 6 Bleak Street, The Heights, what does he care? Gold in the pocket puts people in the clink, and Nikkul Fhripe couldn't care less.