Regulus Grayfeather

Regulus runs the town’s bank with an iron composure and eyes sharp as a ledger’s blade. Unlike most folk, he is a stranger to laughter, whiskey, or idle company; his life begins and ends between vault doors and Isaiah’s sermons. Whispers trail him—some say he fled debts back East, others that he buried a past too dark to name. Reserved and solitary, Regulus inspires both trust in his diligence and unease in the mystery that clings to him like a shadow.