A weather-browned human man with rain-roughened skin, a compact, sturdy frame, and a careful, heel-to-toe walk that makes almost no sound on stone. His close-cropped hair is threaded with gray, and his dark eyes catch pale light as if reflecting a moon not visible in the room. He smells unmistakably of wet slate and crushed mint, a scent he thinks comes from his travel cloak. The surprising detail for a wandering cleric is that he keeps a tiny, immaculate collection of brightly painted wooden birds, each tucked into a different pocket.

He is generous with immediate kindness but guarded about the reasons behind it. With frightened people he becomes patient and gently humorous; with officials he is formally cooperative while quietly probing for leverage. When exhausted, his usual warmth gives way to blunt instructions and an insistence that everyone stop pretending they are fine.

Born in a ferry hamlet beside the River Chionthar, Sister gareale was raised among Selûne's quiet observances and the practical kindness of boatfolk. As a young acolyte, he watched a flood take the shrine's roof and the family sheltering beneath it. He survived by following moonlight reflected in the rising water toward a trapped child; afterward, he could no longer regard prayer as a promise that disaster would be prevented. He became a healer who tries to make sure someone is there after disaster strikes. A Harper recruiter, Ione, noticed his habit of asking after missing travelers and brought him into the network. He now passes as a kindly sister of Tymora, a disguise made plausible by his travel-worn robes, friendly manner, and willingness to bless a risky departure. He sends reports through a Harper contact at a roadside inn called the Bent Reed. His current problem is that a Shadowfell route he uses has begun returning him to the same ruined watchtower, where something has started leaving small piles of river stones in his path.