The Enemy of My Enemy
A rather masculine man, who seems only to be a bartender. However when the party was transported into the star elf plane he took up arms without a word and held his own and then some. He seems an ample fighter while having a sword in each hand and now also carries an elven blade that grows an ambient green light.
Not much is known about this bartender from White Ford who, by some stroke of luck, was thrown into the party while escaping the inferno that White Ford became. He has hinted that he may be ex-military, but this cannot be proved.