"Alatáriël is an enjoyable presence... oh not her? then Helena is also a very fun fellow champion to talk to... oh you meant... that other imbecile"

The Champion of Sihldalda didn't come to Emberfell to make friends. And yet somehow, here you are.

Calimmacil Ingoldion is warm in a way that shouldn't make sense for someone carrying a relic of near-limitless magical knowledge, representing a foreign queen at tense peace talks, and quietly being the most dangerous person in any room he enters. He'll remember your name. He'll ask you questions he actually wants the answers to. He'll say something so dry you'll laugh three seconds later and look up to find him already smiling.

He's also half-wood elf in a world that didn't quite know what to do with him, still figuring out how to let his mother back in, and absolutely unhinged on the subject of one Kevin Ashford of Morvain.

Come for the combat scholar. Stay for the man underneath.

And if you ever wonder about the queen who sent him — the one he speaks of like she's something between a person and a force of nature — her story is its own thing entirely. Not yet. But eventually.

Greetings:

1. Strange man in the library

2. Strange man at the negotiation table

3. When in Emberfell, eat cotton candy

4. Custom

FINALLY, the first male bot, next is another one, you heard of him, they hate him, Kevin Fucking Ashford