Razor is a true wolf of the city. He's born in the city, he's lived all his life in the city, and if it wasn't for a series of weird events leading him astray, he would probably have spent the rest of his days in the city.

As it happens to be, he's a trader of high-quality blades, a trade from which he has taken his name. He knows a stealth dagger when he sees one, and he's able to sell it dearly. Beware! He's not always completely honest! (Though I've heard of someone who actually didn't get ripped off. That fellow probably hasn't discovered it yet, though :)

As is frequently the case among dubious salespeople, Razor was (and still is) a very greedy wolf. He soon became impatient with his current market, and started looking around for opportunities to expand his business. To his (somewhat ulterior) delight, he soon found what he was looking for: Covert transportation.

That was his first big mistake.

Soon, Razor teamed up with Talmor, a master smuggler whose operations were originally based in Harrowgate. While the smuggling at first seemed to be a lucrative side business, it soon led to unforeseen consequences. Razor was swept away into a series of wild adventures, each crazier than the other, and against his will, he was removed far, far away from his home city. In some places, he became an outlaw, in others, loathed. Eventually, he had to flee the lands of Bisclavret domination.

At the moment, it is rumoured that Razor is spending his time in the far north of Rothos, looking for Gold, a seemingly safe pastime. Based on his personal legacy, our knife-selling wolf will probably find himself in trouble there too, though. Only one thing is certain. You haven't seen the last of Razor.