An honorary member of the Silver Horde and, for the most part, all of its brains. A tall stick-like man with an amiably absentminded expression and a fringe of white hair, making him look, when viewed from above, like a daisy. He wears a chain mail vest that is slightly too big for him and carries in his breast pocket three different-colored pens in a leather pocket protector. The huge scabbard strapped across his back contains, instead of a sword, a verity of scrolls and brushes. This outfit is set off with a pair of orthopedic sandals. Mr. Saveloy used to teach geography and it is to this that he owes his sobriquet - teach. On the whole, he found that membership of a gang of elderly cutthroats offered a quieter life than teaching.

I decided to give it up and make a living by the sword.'
'After being a teacher all your life?...surely...the privation, the terrible hazards, the daily risk of death....'
Mr Saveloy brightened up, 'Oh, you've been a teacher have you?'.