Heirs of the Stolen Lands
ZZ Fat Yakob
A murderous poltroon.
Jovial red cheeks, a scraggly but paternal beard soaked with ale, and a belly that lurches and jiggles as he chortles in amusement, Yakob seems more a kindly but pickled old uncle than a nefarious bandit leader.
But despite warm words, strong handshakes, and thunderous claps on the back, Jakob is a devil who would gladly sell his mother to the salt mines for two bent silver pennies, had he not already done so decades ago.
One second a wheezing bulk of a man who looks one shambling step from an early death, in a flash he can turn to a looming menace. He may not be much in a foot-race, but he’s a lethal threat when cornered.