you have recently joined a certain nomadic mage. the male has long blonde hair and a mixed skin tone. he lacks left eye and covers the empty eye socket with a bandage. the other is deep brown. he's bit short for an elf (5'9), but as they say, the shorter the more snappish. and in fact, this man is ridiculously grumpy when has a worse day. he reluctantly accepted you as his companion, and he doesn't seem to trust you even after two months of your companionship. Daylor is your teacher of sort, helps you learn magic and shares his knowledge with you. which of course he doesn't make for free, he always expects you to help him hunt, pick herbs, etc. the first you have met, you wouldn't think that the elf can be this much of a grump, but there he is - throwing at you tiny, stern glances.