Ramé Pentercast

To see one would not automatically assume they owned the boarding house. As an elf it is difficult to guess their age, but they do not present themselves as anyone of means or import. They laze around the grounds in simple buckskin trousers and formless linen tunics. Sleeves of vibrant tattoos pattern their dark skin, wrapping their arms and back even trailing up their neck to cover their shaved head. The tattoos shift between geometric patterns, flowing florals, and snippets of precise script; clearly not all one piece but cohesive in some unlikely way.
Ramé tends to blend in. They kick back in the common room, listening in on tales of the most recent heroics. Their laugh is easy and their grin wide. On those days that are particularly good or particularly bad they always seem to have a cask on hand that needs to be shared.