Brother Othran Bell is a lean elven priest with a weathered face that has not lost its elegance, as if grief slowly carved it into a more honest version of itself. His movements are measured and almost soundless, but when he becomes worried he fidgets with startling quickness, making him seem both ancient and restless. He wears a single immaculate silver bell at his belt, yet his robes are patched at the elbows and faintly smell of smoke, damp wool, and lavender oil. The unexpected thing about him is that one of his hands is permanently stained black with lamp soot, while the other is soft and carefully manicured, as though he cannot decide whether he is a temple keeper or a scholar.