Current Leader(?) of the Cruel Knives
Grom is a hideous, 9-foot brute wielding a roof’s beam as a club. Perhaps a freak of nature, or the spawn of some unwholesome coupling (the marriage texts of Immotian speak of such things.)
He is apparently intelligent enough to hold discourse and offer negotiations.
After a brief parley, he gathered the remainder of the Knives and headed north, toward the Craggy Narrows. His group has not been seen since.