To those wise to what they were, it was clear and obvious. Drusk was a werewolf, and doing a very poor job of hiding his lycanthropy. There was inherintly a danger in being around him lest the wolf come out to devour.

A large and broad man, he appeared human, other then the towering stature, inordinate mass and almost glowing luminescent yellow eyes. One of which was covered with a patch, though the slight pulse of light from beneath implied something still remained. His hirstute frame was marked and pocked with scars from old fights, and small tattoos of badly carved in rune work notched along his frame. The only defining clothing he consistantly wore, was a pair of broken shackles. These, perhaps were his, though the heavy dog collar hanging from a chain on his belt indicated perhaps he tended to chain others.