Background
An old Elf, and the leader of the Golden Accord trade union. He has lived for countless years through ages of war and strife, carrying a hatred in his heart for Mages and Magic, especially for those from The Tower in Trord.
He previously belonged to an Elvish clan called Firvale, but has long since forgotten and discarded the name. During his time wandering the lands during the ages of war, he was a steward and military defender.
In his grief, he believes himself a steward to the safety of world. He keeps a horde of magical artifacts and goods underneath the Golden Concord’s facility, each seemingly taken from some pirate, mage, or disciple.