Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

A slender human male with dark, observant eyes and neatly trimmed black hair streaked with a few premature grey strands. He favors simple, practical clothing in muted earth tones, often with a well-worn leather satchel slung across his shoulder. A silver ring with an unfamiliar symbol adorns his left hand.

Xylark is quiet and thoughtful, often observing situations before offering his input. He is not one for boisterous displays or quick decisions, preferring to weigh his options carefully. While not overtly friendly, he is generally helpful to those who approach him respectfully and value his insights. He possesses a dry wit that occasionally surfaces in unexpected moments.

Xylark drifted into town a few years ago, claiming to have come from a distant land across the sea. He rarely speaks of his past, only hinting at a life of travel and observation. He seems to make a modest living by offering his services as a translator and sometimes as a guide for those venturing to less common locales. Locals generally find him polite but reserved, and he keeps his own counsel. Xylark is good friends with several well known merchants in Silverymoon.