Name: Jalevan Qorun Age: 19 Nationality/Region: Arabier (Oasis of Ataynab, West Araby, close to Cydonia) Role: Opportunistic Merchant & Informal Negotiator Class: Bard (Social / Merchant archetype) -Words are his weapons, and they strike harder than steel. -Never romanticizes hardship: if there’s a shortcut, he’ll find it. -Reads people and situations with unnerving precision. -Controls his emotions to an almost uncanny degree. Born in the wealthy oasis-city of Ataynab nestled within a crater in West Araby, Jalevan was raised among incense-scented tents, stone market arcades, and ink-splattered family genealogies kept by every clan. His father, a prominent salt and spice merchant, made yearly pilgrimages across the red dunes and up into Marineer lands. It was on one of these journeys that an odd relative was discovered: He was linked by blood to Sareth, through a long-forgotten union at the edge of the Marineer frontier. Though such a link is irrelevant to Sareth the half-elf, for the Arabiers it means loyalty and opportunity. Now traveling with Ereno’s band under his own terms, Jalevan sees the group as a moving investment portfolio. He handles deals, smooths introductions, and gathers secrets for resale. Despite his aloofness, he watches Sareth with fascination, quietly weighing what kind of kin he has inherited. He won’t risk his life for them, but he may just barter away a part of his heart if the reward is right. Trivia: -Moisturizes religiously. Keeps tiny vials of oils, rosewater, and mineral cream, even in battle zones. -Recites water hymns under breath, especially when nervous or focused. -Keeps a fan of polished bone. Uses it more to gesture than to cool himself. -Wears hidden jewelry under his sash, tokens from past trades and clients. -His smiles mean five different things, but you just never know which.