hails from a wealthy old world family, he was obsessed with his most dubious of hobies, luring beggars and urchins into his manse for a nice hot meal, little did the poor beggars realise they were the main course, he was caught redhanded and left to rot in a crows nest and was eaten alive by starving peasants, resides in a large old house in the center of town, near the townhall and Fidgits loom, whenever there's a storm the towns folk will often hear harpsicord music playing furiously with the pace of the storm.