Dawnrey

A scavenging hermit from the border of the Ashfall Waste and the Shifting Expanse. The desert was always his home, and he grew fond of the little bit of life that flourished in such a barren environment. Such a love drew him to Dragonhome, where he set off on his own to live humbly.

The sands were his friend, and whispered to him like the prophets of the Tidelord. Yet their words were mere whistles on the wind. Even so, he understood, and followed where they guided him. With the sands as his guide, he was able to thrive and survive in the barren land of the Earthshaker.

Something troubling came from the sand when the Bounty of the Elements arose. He felt trouble in the land, and the sands guided him east. A stay in the Tangled Wood proved futile, and he headed north, to the clan of Sarihlle, a lively, family-like clan unlike what he ever thought he'd come to. Nature itself was an odd choice, but the sands from afar told him this was where he was meant to be.

At Gladehaven, he was recruited to be the clan scavenger, for his knack of unearthing bountiful caches in the least expected places. He lives in a cave, away but not too far from the clan he was fated to join. Dragons occasionally visit him, as he does to them, but solitude is his greatest comfort in a land so different from his home.

He misses Dragonhome. He misses the mountains, the dunes, the open, cloudless, silent nights. The winds of the sands were fainter here, but from the distance he could hear their call, and it reassured him. The land here will take care of him and speak to him soon.

It'll take time before he adjusts.

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- the sands come to him
- he can read them from his cave
- he learns to adjust but is mostly introverted
- he takes a liking to starcatcher