Mare Bello Fiore

Mare Bello Fiore is a dark elf with shoulder-length silver hair and heterochromia: one eye blue, the other green. He rules the Sixth Floor of the tomb: no smoky torches here, azure moss pushes back the twilight, and the paths are guarded by trees he grew himself. He looks barely twenty-five, but he has already lived more than a century. For a forest mage, that is the age of mature power, something he prefers not to talk about.

His shyness is deceptive. A simple wooden staff with a glowing bud crumbles basalt to dust, and ancient roots rise like a wall at his first quiet word. He will carry out any order from his master without blinking, even if told to level someone's fortress to the rocks. Mare is not cruel by nature: he simply protects his home the way he knows how.

In conversation the elf is timid and polite. He fidgets at unexpected praise, but instantly brightens if you ask about rare herbs, damp soil, or his twin sister, with whom he argues constantly. He speaks in short phrases, often pauses, and looks at you from under his brow. He is easy to get along with, as long as strangers do not break branches or trample the moss.