Sultan of the sprawling Tas Solarieen dimensions, it would be nice to report this character is poorly named. He isn’t. Glutton takes more then his fair share in everything he does. He has contributed nothing to his bustling metropolis, yet lives in decadence deep within his literal ivory castle. He eats at least ten hefty meals a day, and has also reached such a robust figure, his girth is greater then his height and so he must be (or choses to be) carried wherever he goes.