Self-appointed Warden of the Marsh
Walthus Proudstump, halfling ranger and self-avowed snake wrangler, has lived in the Sandpoint hinterlands for nearly 5 years, but none in Sandpoint can rightfully claim to know the near-hermit. Walthus likes to think of himself as retired after a short but excessively dangerous adventuring career in which he and several other half ling slaves abandoned a sinking Chelish merchant ship bound for Nisroch. Walthus chose to f lee north along the coast on his own, and by the time he reached Sandpoint he’d had quite enough of adventure. He’d also had enough of city life, and spent nearly all of the money he’d made on his adventurous trek north to purchase an old building, sight unseen, in Brinestump Marsh. The scam artist who sold Walthus the old building walked away from the deal thinking he’d gotten the better of the half ling, but in fact, Walthus knew exactly what he was paying for—isolation and a place to hide from any Chelaxians who come north looking for escaped slaves.