A man of no small quirkiness— wearing a large, brown hat and grey beard to accompany his smoking cigar as he chuckles and offers a warm smile to whoever he’s speaking with. On occasion, he strikes up conversation with strangers, simply to assay them or maybe do them a favor. An arcanist through and through, he travels the planes hunting for wild magic, sailing the oceans of mana that encompass creation, happy to lend a hand to those in need. Fancying himself a crafter of constructs, he travels accompanied by Merion, an alchemical griffon, for protection and company both. Aeorn Thuris is strange, certainly— but well worth knowing.