Malina's one-eyed chief.
Rumors peg him as a swashbuckling buccaneer in his younger days, but he's long retired. He spends most of his time gardening with his wife, Old Meb.
He's the sort of man who everyone looks to for advice.
||Welcome to my humble abode.
- "How may I be of service?"
- "Have you had the pleasure of Finnec's acquaintance yet? He's got eyes like a barracuda and a temper to match, but he's a good man. Just watch your words. He's got a weapon far more dangerous than any sword or musket... the law."
- "There's not much to being chief of this lot. Most of them are no less wet behind the ears than yourself. That constable fellow from the mainland keeps most of the troublemakers in line. The rest know not to mess with me."
- "Don't let Old Meb get your goat. She might confuse you, and she'll probably turn your cheeks red, but she's harmless as seaweed. I'm not quite sure when her mind went adrift. But she's mine, and that's all that matters..."