Baby, drop them bones Baby, sell that soul Heaven, fare thee well Somebody gotta Gotta raise a little hell

In the Pathfinder adventure I’m currently using him in, Rogard ended up trapped in the Abyss, the demons’ plane, for about a year and half, after a battle that nearly killed him for good. He’s been living as a scavenger for months, replacing pieces of his broken armor with whatever he could find on the place, and carrying around a former barbarian party mate’s sword, part memento part self defense (and whose proportions and perspective are quite off, I’m aware).