Delmar Gavlin - Grove Keeper of Elmore

The village of Elmore, nestled within the Plover Woods, has become the home of Delmar Gavlin - a reluctant exile of a long-lost love. He's a firbolg of pale ashen-gray fur streaked with darker gray. Modest garb, echoing the hues of the forest, adorns his tall and lean frame. A narrow gaze of blue-gray eyes, resembling brewing storm clouds, lingers on either side of his broad nose. His demeanor is humble and accepting of what life has to offer, though he walks with the quiet command of someone who understands life’s fragility and its stubborn refusal to be extinguished.

This older druid is often seen with a short staff encircled in vines and blossoms that glow like a soft, moonlit night, and a small wooden shield etched with various ancient markings.