Ferric was a shop owner in Kowal. His shop specialized in buying rare and strange objects. He had received warning from the Wanderer’s that his shop was targeted by the Red Guard. Fleeing in the middle of the night, he escaped the Elmhearth. 

He has now opened up a shop, called the Supply Tent, which is just that, a tent that deals in the supplies and items of the Elmhearth refugee camp.

Male Feral Elfling: Pale-skinned with a shock of black hair, Finnian has an otherworldly, haunted look. He rarely speaks, instead observing others with a calculating gaze. Skilled at hiding and quick to adapt, Finnian avoids conflict but holds a simmering resentment against the guards.

Gerey Soray is an ex-guardsman from Kowal. He left the city to be free of the Uthgard influence on the city. He leads up the guards for Elmhearth now.

Gerey is an old, skinny, grizzled man, his thinning grey hair is kept short. He has a neatly trimmed beard, and his chainmail is always thoroughly oiled. His large bastard sword across his back is adorned with his family crest, three acorns.

He is loyal to Helfen and the settlement.

Gylas is not part of the Wanderers, but he is fiercely loyal to them. He is a Losvari elf, who found himself back in the lands of Atheles at the young age of eight. He was captured by the Red Guard and was long interrogated and imprisoned. When he was found to have no useful information, he was sent to the iron mines. There he showed an aptitude for chemistry, helping formulate and build black rock explosives that allowed the mines to dig deeper than ever. When the Red Guard was destroyed in 5706, he escaped and found his way to the Elmhearth. Helfen welcomed him to the community. His alchemical creations helped the village mine stone more quickly, and he built the Cauldron. It serves as both a shop for any villagers in need, but also as the source for any alchemical needs the Wanderers need.

Tholas is an enigmatic figure, a hunter from the In-between—a realm where shadows blend with memories, and where the Losvari, or “lost elves,” have long resided. Among his clan, few still remember the forests and ancestral lands of Atheles, for they have become creatures of twilight and illusion. Yet Tholas’ family, bound by their Anavari roots, maintained a fierce loyalty to the wild elven traditions. Unlike the rest of the Losvari, his kin still clung to the primal ways of survival and reverence for nature. For Tholas, the tales of Atheles and its vibrant, untamed lands filled him with longing, a desire to reclaim his heritage.

Drawn by a restlessness that could not be quieted, Tholas returned to Atheles before his family, threading his way through hidden pathways and emerging alone beneath the vast, moonlit skies of his ancestral land. He arrived in Elmhearth, a small haven surrounded by ancient forests and resilient folk struggling against the looming threat of the Uthgard Empire. Elmhearth’s people, though weary and worn, displayed a resilience that struck a chord with him—a strength that reminded him of his own kin, forced to adapt to a harsh existence in the In-between.

Tholas quickly found his place among the townsfolk, slipping through forests to scout for Uthgard patrols, guiding Elmhearth’s hunters, and teaching them the ways of the Anavari. As he aids the people in their plight, Tholas is aware of the shadows drawing closer, the empire tightening its grip on the region. Still, he remains, driven by a fierce sense of duty and perhaps a desire to carve a place for his family in a land that once belonged to them. He is haunted by the knowledge that, though his clan may eventually join him in Atheles, they will return as strangers, changed by their exile. Until then, Tholas walks the edge of the wild, a lone hunter in a land caught between fading memory and brutal reality.