In their short acquaintance, the others have found Raddick rude, obnoxious, vulgar, boisterous, and often horny. But, he has shown that he is reliable, honest (when he isn't lying), and loyal to friends. Sometimes his German Shepherd, Fido, shows more social skills. The fighter is a local of Callenburg and many know him, or at least know of him by reputation. He did a stint in Constable Whitewood's militia guard, but got bounced out for disciplinary reasons.
Raddick has a muscular build, on the tall side. He has brown eyes and black hair, often with that unshaven look, but never growing a beard. He has a fondness for his hideous looking field plate armor. It is all black, with two sculls worked into the plates on his shoulders and colored white, giving it an evil looking feel. The armor is finely crafted though. His heavy shield is made of darkwood.
For weapons, he is a walking arsenal, most of exceptional craftsmanship proving that this is not his first rodeo. There were two flails on his belt, but one now rests on the table. He has a greatsword, a longbow, some javelins, a dagger, a sap, and morningstar with silver points on its spiked head.
He looks at T'sarich queerly like he has been drinking some of the Kobold's Brew. But, instead of insulting his new companion he makes an assumption that the cleric is referring to the blood stained flail on the table.
"This trusty thing is great for hooking goblins around the ankles and bashing the little shits' heads in once you yank them off their feet."