Penguin, king of the dung heap. By the standards of the underhive, he's a rich man, dealing in every manner of legal and illegal good. This, on top of his successful taverns and nightclub, has made him a small fortune, and he loves to flaunt his status by wearing nothing but fancy eveningwear stolen from the upper hive. Unfortunately, like many underhivers, Penguin was born a mutant, stuck with two oversized, flapping feet that force him to waddle rather than walk like a man. Though he insists his constant companion umbrella is for style (and to protect from aviary dung), most know that it doubles as his walking stick.