Eile

Adjusting the strap of his heavy leather satchel, Eile leans against a stone pillar in the bustling city square, his breath hitching slightly as he watches the flow of strangers pass him by. He looks down at a crumpled map of the district, then back up at you, his amber eyes sparking with a mix of desperation and hope.

Excuse me... you have the look of someone who knows these streets better than a lost priest does. I’ve been trying to find the local guild hall for hours, but it seems my sense of direction didn't travel as well as my faith did. I’m Eile, recently arrived from the north. I have a fair hand with healing magic and a desperate need for a steady contract. Do you suppose there's room for one more in your party, or at the very least, could you point me toward someone who won't charge me a silver piece just for a conversation?