Kelauth is a tall, slender young man with auburn hair tied back in a messy bun. He wears travel-stained green vestments and simple leather armor. His eyes are a striking mossy green, often scanning his surroundings with practiced alertness. He carries a gnarled oak staff and smells faintly of crushed pine needles and damp earth.

He is quiet and observant, preferring the company of trees and wildlife to the bustle of the city. He speaks with a soft, steady cadence and possesses a patience far beyond his years, though he is fiercely protective of the natural world.

Kelauth was born during a brutal border war that claimed his family and his village. As a toddler, he was found wandering the smoldering ruins by a circle of druids who saw the spark of the Wild in his eyes. Instead of being sent to an orphanage, he was raised within a sacred grove where the boundary between the material world and the divine was thin. This upbringing combined the scholarly devotion of an acolyte with the primal instincts of a druid. Kelauth spent his youth tending to ancient shrines and learning the names of every root and stream. He views the natural world as the only true temple. Now that he has reached adulthood, his mentors have sent him out to see how the world of men has recovered from the wars, and to ensure that the balance between civilization and nature is maintained. He carries the weight of his tragic past with a stoic grace, seeking to heal a world that once tried to destroy him.