Jorah Beldrin
Race: Human Jorah Beldrin runs the Grainmere Brewery, one of the oldest buildings in town, where the smell of malt, yeast and warm grain never quite leaves the air — or his clothes. The ale from his copper vats keeps the village going, and much of Sanctovar’s common folk besides. Jorah is a big, round man with a thick moustache, and he is rarely seen without a cigar clamped between his teeth — lit or unlit, it never leaves him. He is fiercely proud of what comes out of his cellar, and with good reason: no one in all of Myrcathis knows more about ale than he does. Ask him about hops, barley or the right temperature for a cellar and you had better have the rest of the evening free. Every batch he seals is blessed with a short prayer to the Flame before it leaves for transport. Jorah says the words the same way every time, carefully and without missing a single one — more out of fear than faith. |