"They call me a workin' man, I reckon that's what I am. Drinkin' under the chief's nose, sneakin' out the back door. Aaand nobody'll ever know."

Trachtoum is a Sea Wolf who is rumored to have changed careers no less than thirteen times over his thirty-three years. At present, he offers his services as a self-proclaimed mercenary to the farmers who toil the fields of Red Rooster Stead, but until recently he earned his keep as both a guard and porter in Costa del Sol. One would not know this, however, from the letters he writes his dear mother bragging of his success in overseas trade—success which has supposedly caught the eye of Limsa Lominsa's very own Admiral.