Sarveyn

{ Technically he always wears a hewn philosopher's veil to cover his eyes but I wanna show them off so that's why they're uncovered, also these stories need editing so please forgive any awkward grammar }

Sarveyn came to a recently formed Clan Artifex bloodied and bandaged trailing slowly behind Luuta. Many concerned questions were asked, some to him, some to Luuta. He was silent while she assured the clan members that he was both not dying and not a threat. Others did not speak and instead tried to peek under the dirty cowl over Sarveyn's head to no avail.

For weeks hardly any dragon saw him. Luuta spoke of him only when inquired and Zirus and Mishreen were the only dragons who dared to visit him. They trusted Luuta's brief introduction and their questions were few to the relative stranger; He had been found in the Abiding Boneyard, he did not know how he got there or how long he had been there for, his wounds were from dragons, he would rather not remove the cowl from his face.

Eventually, he began to venture out of his secluded cavern. At first to partake in meals with Luuta and the rest of the clan, then to visit the archives by himself to return and retrieve more texts, and soon enough to clear out a rocky ledge in the main area of the lair to study. Though dragons had become used to his presence, they were still somewhat reluctant to talk to him. If Luuta was out of the lair on an expedition, the most conversation he would have is exchanging pleasantries with Mayahuel while she did her gardening and he patiently waited outside the lair for Luuta to return. He didn't mind, he was not one for conversation in the first place. The cowl remained, he found it shielded his face from the sun.

Mayahuel would occasionally try to coax more of a conversation out of Sarveyn, which he was happy to oblige, and the two formed something of a friendship. Like a mother she would fuss and comment that if he was going to the effort of keeping his tool satchel and armour so clean that he should do the same for his cowl, and at least ask her to mend and clean it if he couldn't do it himself. He paused at the comment, but ultimately politely declined. Mayahuel accepted the answer, however that did not stop her from keeping his well-being in mind, and the next time Brightshine Jubilee came around she had prepared a present for him. The tattered cowl became a veil.