Fhel Dukastat, "Trickster Many As One"
Small and nimble, quick and clever. Gold skinned and well muscled, garbed all in dark silks and man hide leather, he skulks in shadows, not from fear, but from wisdom. His dark eyes miss little. His large ears miss *nothing*. His larger brother keeps secrets . . . it is he who ferrets them out. He acts alone to scout, to steal . . . but when battle comes, he is wise to work with his brothers, for a pack is stronger than all its wolves combined. The only time he smiles is when the children of the oppressor gods suffer. Then his laughter rings out, but one can rarely find the source.
He is the scout, the rogue, the trapmaker, the murderous trickster. He is everyone, master of a thousand shapes, and no one.
He is Fhel Dukastat.