ValrikKarnis

Quiet, observant, practical. A craftsman with pride in his art, he believes the purity of a candle's flame reflects the worth of the man who made it.

Born near the olive groves of Torcadino, Marros apprenticed under an aged chandler whose secret oil blends were famed from Tor to Ar. After his mentor’s death, Marros traveled with caravans, refining his craft and learning the trade routes of Gor. Now settled at Thunder Mountain, his shop smells of beeswax, myrrh, and sandalwood, and his work flickers in temples, homes, and taverns across the city.