Open to Metia
Advisor of Sollia, once hermit of the tower for reasons known to only a few, the figure stood in a dark cloak that hooded his head. Eyes wondered the land he had occupied almost ten years ago and made him curious. There was no staff he held on to, nor was there an object made obvious as he walked the streets to the castle. A bit standoffish, but he removed the hood to reveal long locks tied back into a braid and a pair of bright blue eyes that hopefully proved inviting. The only thing in his hand was a note with the mark of the mages.











