Randal Lucius Stormweaver
Lean man of average height, Randal still has a way of attracting everyone's attention when he so desires. His deep baritone, normally kept at quiet tones can grow to thundering volume when he so desires. He wears combination of dark colors, mostly black and midnight blue, long cloak rimmed with bright blue lightning motive. His above average looks are augmented by pleasant voice and piercing dark eyes.
At his side is sometimes brash young woman, pleasing to the eyes, but not so refined in behavior.
While he tends to participate in discussions, especially in history of Four Lands and racial relations, she retreats to some quiet corner and practically disappears.
He talked with everyone, talking with dwarves in their native language when alone with them. He sometimes after a good meal would take his lyre and would tell heroic tales of the past while gently playing the instrument. Sometimes, when tempers frayed at long imprisonment, he would weave a story of value of friendship or virtue of patience.
He never scoffed at anyone, regardless of race or religion and in turn never showed any strong affiliations to any particular power group.
Not once has he raised his voice in frustration or anger and he refused to comment on their imprisonment, content to wait it out. And enjoying good food and better company in the process.
"Yet, all this non-planning by humans has one interesting consequence. Namely, very rapid expansion in any niche that city can exist. Even totaly non-defensible, barely survivable, marsh bordering location will have thriving city if it is in favorable location such as trade crossroads or middle point between two important locations within dangerous area. While dwarves would disdain such location for it's instability or lack of stone and sane city builder would say that it is impossible to build walls to protect the city, there would still be those with will to succeed, driving need to carve a place for themselves in this world."