Cantankerous and distrusting, this retired soldier-turned-drunkard embodies the worst of Ravengro's xenophobia.
Gibs Hephenus is a wiry, mutton-chopped man in his late 60s. His face seems locked in a permanent scowl, and a faint miasma of rotgut seeps from his pores. He is distrustful of nearly everyone, but appears to focus his ill-tempers on strangers (especially female strangers). Of course, given that Gibs’ definition of “stranger” is anyone who has resided in Ravengro less than their entire life, this means that almost everyone he comes across is a potential target for his faintly-drunken vitriol.