Bramble-like horns jut from the top of a face with the color and texture of mold.
This grumpy Killoren has nothing but bitter words for anyone, even if they praise his gardens. He clearly cares for the land, or at least has a strong work ethic, since the park is quite beautiful.
Found alone in the woods and raised by Mongrelfolk, Krommholz always felt that his home of chopped timbers seemed wrong in a way he could never articulate, even though his adopted family was quite kind. He prefers to sleep under the stars among the plants he cultivates.