Cutterson’s father carved The Mossy Boulder straight into the Cliffside with his own two hands, as Kelvan fondly remembers to his patrons, and raised Kelvan to know a stout from an ale almost before he could walk. Most people around Footfall have at least a fond memory or favorable impression of Kelvan, even if they considered his tavern a little too… much… for their tastes, so the destruction of his ancestral tribe hit a bit closer to home than one might have expected. Since the day Kelvan got the news, a few years back, Footfall has been a marginally darker place. Cutterson’s technically a very senior member of the Innkeeper’s Guild, but he had to be cajoled and pressed to even cast a vote in the mayoral election, let alone keep abreast of the interests of the Guild in daily politicking. He spends most of his time absentmindedly buffing glasses or cleaning tables in the Boulder, staring off into space.
Kelvan is a typically-built Dwarf, who previously kept his ruddy hair short and beard trimmed (for sanitary reasons, mostly) and was known for his quick wit and smile. His hair’s usually tied back in a ponytail, and on good days he ties his beard into two points, as well.