Zaullo

He would wander around the forest, his armor clanked with each step he took, the old rusted chains rustled as he held a massive Warhammer with a spiked dual head, he would stop to look at you as his voice seemed to be older than an old mans, his speech sounds like Old English (Dutch) If you come to harm these very lands, then i will smash your head in and use your blood to water these trees.