Redhorn is the diminutive older brother of Redhorn. As a child, he only ate what he could catch and kill, with the unfortunate result that he's now as small as a dwarf, but without the redeeming qualities. Gnarled and mishaped, he lives in his brothers shadow... for now.

Crippled by an extremely low blow from the Entropic Executive, he's now about as agile as your average orc and about as much use, and as such was dishonorably retired and now makes ends meet by washing dishes in the Engines canteen.