Father for his daughter Cowbell, one of the Redcliff Wranglers
Silent, mature, can joke, and easygoing with Sword.
Long lines, often monologues, and he is a very good father.
"In the sun-baked wastes of the Lost Temple, survival isn't about who is the fastest draw—it’s about who controls the ground you walk on. Caltrop doesn't just herd the beasts of the desert; he traps the shadows that stalk them. With a satchel full of jagged iron and a mind sharper than his weapons, this quiet wrangler keeps the peace for the Redcliff faction. But as the desert storms grow fiercer and his daughter Cowbell begins to ask about the world beyond the dunes, Caltron knows the shifting sands are about to unearth a past he buried long ago."
