Aveloria

A rugged human male with unkempt dark hair and piercing green eyes. He wears a patchwork of leather armor adorned with various pockets and straps for carrying relics. His hands are calloused from years of scavenging, and he has a sly grin that suggests he knows more than he lets on.

Cerrin is shrewd, calculating, and self-serving. He speaks with a smooth, persuasive tone, often charming those he encounters, but his true intentions are always hidden behind a mask of friendliness. He is quick to abandon those who no longer serve his interests, and his loyalty is only to himself and his profit.

Cerrin Holt grew up in the shadow of the Ashspire, a place filled with ancient relics and untold dangers. As a child, he learned the art of survival in the treacherous ruins, scavenging for anything of value. Over the years, he honed his skills as a relic-smuggler, guiding adventurers into the depths of Ashspire, where he would often betray them if it meant a greater profit for himself. His reputation as a cunning and ruthless guide has made him both feared and sought after in the underbelly of Aveloria.