Swashbuckler, mercenary, and pirate. Royal is all that and more. Hired on to send his ship to find the tomb where the object lies, Royal fears no man, save maybe a wizard or two:

A large man leaned against the wagon. He was tall, ebony, thick with muscled strength, and bald. His corded arms were crossed, with a sword to both sides of his belt. His pants were brown and baggy, his boots high and black. His white shirt could barely conceal his heroic figure.

"...I understand. My name is not Royal, either, but that is more deserving for one for my exploits. I did not come from royal blood, but deserve this title, better than most! Let me tell you this. I am a leader of men. I have led many men. I can see quickly if a man is worth living. I read your friend. He is a conniver. Like the sharks that roam the sea, he follows them, a smaller fish, for their protection, and to take what pieces of their prey are given him. If he finds a bigger shark, he will move on, always looking for a better protector. You are not. For a half-orcne, you are better than he is.”

Royal Kellaan - will he find the object?