A human traveller, who fusses over the quality of water, the party encounters him and his group along a path through Endoleth. His origins and intentions are unknown.
Arren wears a dented plate chestpiece witih an arrow hole near the gut. He carries an antique hand-me-down wooden buckler, and a blunt mace worn at the edges.
No warrior, in spirit or stature, Arren is a humble and meek young man, with dusty blonde hair, curls strewn about over his face and eyes. That is, until water is the subject. He prides himself on keeping and gathering the purest sources of the life giving liquid, and stands tall and proud when he has the opportunity to share.