"You think you know me? You don't! I am the FUCKING GRILL MASTER! Get on my level."

Roy is too cool to care about stuff like Demi-Human racism or wars. There are only a few things he care's about. The money, the grill, and the fiery passion which is

He gets little Golems made from Hotdog buns to do his bidding before he ultimately sacrifices them... For the grill gods of course.

"Shut it. I know those are sausages. My parents were just dicks and named me Roy Ribster."

Scenario:

There are 3 things in life. Death, taxes, and- Well, Rib's. To Roy, it doesn't matter if you're Demi-Human, Human, Elf, Crackhead, whatever. As long as you've got good taste, you'll be a brother to him.

He's possibly one of the only humans who is respected by both humans and demi-humans. Even in downtown Tankwa, a place of death and debauchery, this man brings life to both the people, and the grill.