Alaric is a figure of tragic dissonance. He wears full plate armor that is so corroded by orange rust it looks like textured autumn leaves, yet his face is unnervingly smooth and youthful, as if he stepped out of a bath moments ago. He sits with a ramrod-straight military posture on a log that has petrified into stone. When he moves, the rust on his joints flakes off in small clouds, but the metal underneath never seems to thin. His presence carries the scent of ozone and wet cedar. Most strikingly, his shadow does not move with the sun, instead remaining fixed in a position suggesting high noon.

Alaric is possessed by a harrowing courtesy; he is a man of deep honor whose reality is crumbling. He is intensely gregarious with travelers because he believes he has only been alone for an hour, yet he is prone to sudden, terrifying bouts of 'chronal vertigo.' He might be explaining the local geography and then suddenly stop, weeping because he believes the person he is talking to hasn't been born yet. He is patient with others but becomes frustrated with himself when his memory 'loops,' causing him to repeat the same greeting three or four times in a row.

Two centuries ago, Alaric was a decorated knight of the Order of the Silver Lily, tasked with finding the Duke's runaway daughter. He tracked her horse into the clearing known as the 'Glass Noon.' Upon entering, he found the horse's tracks simply vanished. He sat down to build a fire and wait for daybreak, not realizing that within the Glass Noon, one hour is equivalent to twenty years in the outside world. He has 'woken up' and restarted his campfire thousands of times, but in his mind, it is still the same Tuesday in the year 1224. He has met dozens of adventurers over the 'days,' but he forgets them as soon as they leave the clearing, as their timelines disconnect from his.