Therin is an imposing dragonborn cleric who recently accompanied the party as an independent sword-for-hire contracted to escort a secret caravan to Uthodurn. Clad in armor that proudly bears the platinum crest of Bahamut, he is a devout and brave warrior who did not hesitate to charge a deadly, panther-riding assassin in a desperate attempt to protect their cargo. Though the adventurers do not know him very well yet, they quickly learned to respect his resilience after he survived being struck down and drained of his life force by a cursed glaive. Possessing striking golden eyes and a stalwart demeanor, Therin has taken solemn responsibility for safeguarding the meager remnants of their looted transport— a magical dagger and a strange Aeorian orb. He now travels onward with his new companions into the grand, mithril-inlaid gates of Uthodurn, ready to face the daunting task of answering for their disastrous expedition.