Janszobur is a native of the Snow Cat
Nomads, who inhabit the mountains of the
Utter North, battling remorhaz and intruding
orcs with savage ferocity. They are few
and physically strong, and worship an
incarnation of Tempus, whom they call ?the
Fist."

Once in his life, each man of the Snow
Cats must undertake a quest, a service for
the Fist, some great deed for the good of the
tribe. The elder seers of Janszobur?s tribe
picked as Janszobur?s task bringing back a
warrior-princess from the great City of men
far to the south, on the coast, a fighting
queen who will lead the People to greatness.
So to Waterdeep Janszobur has come,
bewildered by the crowding and the
strange ways and all the finery and wealth.
He is still doggedly looking for the War
Queen, although he has almost run out of
taverns to look for her in, and is known to
the Watch all over Waterdeep for his habit
of drinking all evening, breaking a few
heads to warm up, and then striding
through the streets of the City in the wee
hours, singing lustily at the top of his lungs
as he peers in windows and tries doors,
looking for the princess. Janszobur prefers
to brawl (refer to Unearthed Arcana) rather
than draw steel. Unwitting adventurers
who encounter him may suffer the same
rough fate that Watch officers usually do
(their reports usually include the phrase, ?. .
. after regaining my senses, I . . .?).