Next to sit down is a scrawny lad in noticeably patched clothes. He fiddles with a small medallion, staring at it as he talks. "I- uh- My name is Yitilius. Don't know me last. Everyone I know jus' calls me Scrap-Rat. Pretty sure I'm only here 'cause I'm immune to heretic magics. No-one's seen fit to tell me otherwise, anyhow."