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.