"Hj\u00F6rtr is a ragged and tired Daeva whose relatively young appearance, the mid-thirties, belies his half century of service within the Second Legion as a centurion. To the average soldier, he is considered something of a slave driver, pushing the standards with which the men under his command must conform to almost ridiculous heights. While the common soldier holds little love for Hj\u00F6rtr, the Centurions hold him in esteem, as the men will often fight harder to avoid his wrath."@en . . "Hj\u00F6rtr"@en . . . "Hj\u00F6rtr is a ragged and tired Daeva whose relatively young appearance, the mid-thirties, belies his half century of service within the Second Legion as a centurion. To the average soldier, he is considered something of a slave driver, pushing the standards with which the men under his command must conform to almost ridiculous heights. While the common soldier holds little love for Hj\u00F6rtr, the Centurions hold him in esteem, as the men will often fight harder to avoid his wrath. When he isn't seeing some violation of his own personal protocols (an event that takes place only while he is drinking), he is a jolly man. He is often overheard recounting battles he faced in his younger years or tales from throughout his time as a Daeva. A legion favorite is when he retells how a deranged qoo-qoo took down two dozen legionnaires when it ate a pouch of Aether powder."@en .