Simmon

Nobles usually chase power or glory, but I found peace in the Artificery’s grindstones and sygaldric sigils. My father wanted a statesman; instead he got a tinkerer with a permanent loan ledger for one reckless red-haired menace. I worry, I lend, I listen to mad schemes—but when the shadows come, I’m the one you want by your side. A soft heart’s no weakness if it’s forged in the same fire as kiln-hardened steel.