Alistair is a man of average build with scholarly features and silvering hair. He wears dusty indigo robes layered with light leather protection, his fingers often stained with ink and lute-calluses.

He is perpetually curious and remarkably calm, preferring to observe and record events before intervening. He speaks with a rhythmic, measured cadence that suggests he is always composing a poem in his head.

Alistair began his career as a junior librarian at the Great Lyceum, spending over a decade categorizing ancient scrolls. He eventually realized that the most vital parts of history were not found in ink, but in the oral traditions and songs of the common folk. This realization led him to abandon his post, taking only his research notes and a borrowed lute. He traveled the world to find the lost verses of a song that reportedly could soothe a dying dragon, believing that art holds the key to cosmic balance. Throughout his journeys, he has served as a bridge between the arcane elite and the everyday citizen, using his Lore to protect the vulnerable. He remains a student of the world, convinced that every person he meets has at least one story worth recording.