Sev is a wiry halfling who looks like he’s lived rough longer than he should have, sharp-eyed and always a little on edge. He turned up around Elmore about six months ago, scavenging behind The Alemore, until Dirk ran him off once and then brought him a bowl of stew; Sev’s been sleeping in a shed out back ever since, working odd jobs and helping in the kitchen. He’s quiet, skittish, and watchful, but not weak—when things turn dangerous or strange, he reacts with a sudden, almost feral intensity that seems to surprise even him. Sev can make filling, edible food out of scraps most people would throw away, and he treats eating with careful respect, like someone who’s learned it can be dangerous. He escaped some unnamed captors about a year ago and won’t say more than that, except that they’re still out there and he’s not going back. He usually wears a thick jacket, but a few people swear that when he’s been seen without it, there’s been a faint, unsettling glow from his chest—something Sev pointedly refuses to explain.