Súilóir

Súilóir

Red hair gone wild in the wind and a beard running to white at the length of it. A face weathered past guessing at his decades — sun-scarred, deep-lined, the skin of a man who has spent his life outdoors and upward of it. Wrapped in layered furs and rough brown wool, standing against open sky.

He has the look of someone who watches longer than he speaks, which is a useful habit and a suspicious one, depending on who is counting.

Four Pillars

Three Logos — the parts of his life that define him — and one Mythos, the part filled by the Mystery.

Little Things

Traits, gear and habits that hang off each of the Pillars.

Whose Interest?

An old man is sent when a house wants something remembered rather than something done. What does he already know about Dun Dwym, and who told him?

Of the company of An Eastern King.