Yes, Merval is a Dungeon Delver! A Barrow-Crawler! A Grave Ro- (No! That's an ugly term, don't use that one.) He can often be found out by the Barrow Downs, hunting for the trinkets of a by gone era. He certainly cuts the figure well, with his long fencing rapier at his side, a large leather coat draped across his thin shoulders, and a cord around his neck from which a number of treasures hang. A glittering gold coin, a bleached whine knuckle bone, and a long hooked canine tooth are displayed proudly against the bristling auburn hair protruding from under his shirt.

With a wink, some charm and endlessly flowing compliments for those around him, Merval shows himself to be one far more adept with his tongue than the blade, no matter how sharp the steel may look. Any conversation would back this assumption, as he is able to talk circles around the lesser mentally equipped and engage in fierce debates with those who are his match.

He claims to seek excitement, to seek interesting people and places, a true scholar of adrenaline. However, if he could do all this without endangering his own life he would be eternally grateful. Wouldn't want his journey to end so pre-maturely! So much to see and do!