Nephew of Piotr Tomorov, Gregor is none too bright and hasn't a head for figures. The only thing stopping Zhidovsk's villagers from fleecing Gregor while Piotr is gone is the fear of Piotr's wrath upon his return. Gregor stands just shy of six feet tall, and his muscled body is buried beneath layers of fat. When not attending his uncle, he can be found behind the counter, exploring his left nostril with a probing digit.[1a]

Gregor wears typical peasant garb and a fur hat. He has a leather flask full of kvas.[1a]


  • 1: Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- The Thousand Thrones
    • 1a: pg. 205

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