Dask Týr is an autodidact and would-be polymath. He comes from some kind of important family or other, though he doesn’t talk about it much (unless you ask) and he doesn’t seem to be in touch with them (unless he needs to be). He wears a wide variety of fashionable or formerly fashionable clothing, none of it matching. His abundant hair and beard are banded skillfully but not quite neatly, always threatening to burst into an ungovernable stormcloud. Recently he became the Duke of Nothing, which has to be some kind of mistake, he thinks.