Tom Evenwood

Tom is a craftsman and semi-retired mentor in his late 40s with a long career behind him. He has spent decades teaching magical engineering and working with adventuring parties and military outfits, building and maintaining the kind of gear that keeps people alive in places where things go wrong. He is not a soldier and has never pretended to be, but he understands what soldiers need, and that has made him quietly indispensable to more than a few people over the years.

Earlier in his career, he worked as a researcher in the Inner Tier on a government project that was since shut down.

He spent the years since teaching magical engineering in the Middle Tier, where Fentley Royce became one of his apprentices. Bright, obsessive, better with machines than with people, the kind of student you remember. When Fentley’s letter arrived, the urgency in it was unmistakable: a magical armor, of the utmost importance, come as soon as you can. He didn’t deliberate long. He arrived in Brinegate travelling against the flow of people moving inland ahead of the wet season, passed people on the road who looked at him like he was going the wrong direction, and came anyway.

He knows Kisara Solis from past work, her guild’s gear has passed through his hands before.

He has a mechanical mage hand named Arthur.