A porter. A small-minded ox of a man, but not a bad guy.
Jerrik is a citizen of Brindinford. His family have been furniture makers there for several generations.
He doesn’t have the desire nor the brain for the family trade, but managed to find his niche with what gifts he had been given: muscle. He also knows enough to take care of what matters most to someone employed as a lifter and carrier – his feet and his back. To that end, his boots are swank.
Oh, it turns out he’s remotely related to one of the two hostages that the party rescued from the orc-held part of the dwarf cave: Geradil (the old man)‘s granddaughter married Jerrik’s cousin. Small world!