Tarsk
Twenty years on perimeter watch. Has seen most things, has a category for everything else.
Found the mud creature at the edge of camp before dawn. It was trudging in from the east, carrying a dagger, asking for Dr. Medicine by name. Tarsk considered his options and sent the younger guard to inform the party they had a visiting dignitary. He was completely serious. The tribe prepared a small dinner.
He notices things. Remembers them. Answers direct questions without elaboration, volunteers nothing unprompted. Not Kaarsk’s man. Not Savin’s. That’s a rarer thing in camp than it sounds.