Pascal

Slovenly in bearing, yet his eye for dungeon-forged arms remains peerless. Hand him any scrap, any fragment—he transmutes it into instruments of slaughter. 'There's nothing I can't turn into a weapon,' he mutters, a boast worn into creed.

ズボラな外見に似合わず、ダンジョン武器の目利きは一流。素材さえ渡せば何でも武器へと変える。「武器にできない物は無い」が口癖である。怠惰と匠、奇妙なる共存なり。