Character: Calius Goldleaf

Cailus is the mover of this book, whether he really is in the books that much. He is the reason Tarkil is trying to help his country and thus is very important to the plot.

Cailus is the youngest of three sons. His oldest brother, Garath, was killed in a hunting accident. His second oldest brother was killed along with their father by Kin or Black Wizards, he is not sure. Their deaths left Cailus and his twin sister, Helen, to take care of House Goldleaf. Their mother left for Weatherworn and Merryweather to gather allies for him when they learned he was legitimate heir to the High Kingship. When several minor House assassins tried to execute him, he left his sister in charge of Goldleaf, faked his death and went into hiding, trying to find a good way to gather allies and bring back Tridon to where it should be.

Cailus is 35 years old, six foot and two inches, and about 200lbs. He is broad across the shoulders, but trim about the waist. He is not heavy set, but not trim either. He could definitely hold his own in a fight of brute strength. His complexion is pale, his eyes blue, and his hair a dark chestnut brown which he keeps in a small pony tail at the base of neck.

Currently Cailus has taken to wearing a leather tunic, studded with small silver studs, a billowy blue shirt with gold trim. He wears black pants and knee high, black riding boots. He carries a saber, a small gold colored oak leaf with a sword through the top on the belt buckle. He wears a short cape of dark blue, almost black color with gold trim.

Cailus is an articulate speaker and when he talks he gives heart to those around him. He doesn't mince words, he says it how it is, which is rare for nobles. He can speak tavern trash talk as well as a native of such dives and has no qualms about speaking one on one with a foot shoulder.

He is a happy, but serious man. He lost many of his male family members to Black Wizards, dishonest House nobles, and mere accidents to take anything lightly. He want to help his dying country, though he knows he can't do so in a rush of youthful optimism.
Tomorrow: Torak's Tavern