"are we forever beholden to the dreams of the past?
or, in this world of infinite possibilites, can we be forged anew?"
Upon meeting...
A stalwart presence, taller and broader than many of his kin.
The smell of woodsmoke, menthol, a hint of blood and dirt.
The sound of creaking leather and heavy footsteps. A voice deeper than anticipated.
Attempts are touch are avoided with surprising deftness.
And yet, the light in his eyes bespeaks that, if your attempts are earnest and your queries genuine, he may just give you the time of day you're after.
The whens and wherefores...
An avid and diligent member of the Adventurer's Guild, found in front of job boards, or unwinding after a job in the Seventh Heaven.
A botanist oft seen making deliveries to Maisenta in Gridania, baskets of white lilies in hand.
A former Yellowjacket, who spent the first five years after the Calamity toiling to rebuild Vylbrand and all that was lost.
A seemingly aloof man who will rush to the aid of the helpless.
A man whose aether veers oddly into the dark.