"Truth isn’t buried to be forgotten. It’s buried because it’s dangerous." — Velin Morgrave
A slender man in muted green and ash-gray robes, Velin Morgrave occupies a quiet corner of the Lone Beacon with the air of someone who prefers books to conversation. His sharp silver-gray eyes flicker toward every movement without betraying nervousness, merely observation. With his neatly combed auburn hair and his constant, silent tapping on the table, he seems composed—but those who linger too long under his gaze often feel as if they’ve been measured... and found lacking.
RACE | Human |
GENDER | Male |
AGE | Early 30s |
HAIR | Dark auburn, neatly combed |
EYES | Piercing silver-gray |