With his perpetually furrowed brow and a constant grumble under his breath, Bindyquack the Surly is the epitome of a battle-hardened Duck. Standing stout and defiant at just under four feet tall, he cuts an imposing figure for his kind. His feathers are a dark, mottled brown, perpetually ruffled as if reflecting his mood. Clad in a patched but sturdy suit of ringmail and wielding a well-worn axe, Bindyquack prefers to let his weapon do the talking. While his sharp tongue and gruff demeanor often irritate his companions, his loyalty in a fight is unquestionable. Hailing from a swampy village constantly under siege by chaos creatures, Bindyquack fights not for glory but for survival—and because, as he says, “someone’s gotta do the dirty work.” Despite his surliness, there’s a grudging respect among those who know him, as his bravery and skill in combat speak louder than his endless complaints.