“He’s an asshole.”

“True, but he’s devilishly competent and he’s on our side.”

“Are we sure about that last part?”

Council of Intelligence Driff is a cold, calculating man who serves as Evitankari’s spymaster. He’s responsible for the city’s day-to-day security and for gathering information relevant to elven interests around the world. His omnipresent spectacles, black trench coat, and silver six shooter make him instantly recognizable.

Upon failing to prove he possessed any innate magical abilities by his twelfth birthday, young Driff’s memory was wiped and he was exiled to the remote island of Poa to live out his days with a community of similarly magic-less elves. The boy turned out to be a late bloomer, however. Four years later, after stealing a plate of freshly baked cookies from a neighbor, Driff manifested a talent for turning himself invisible while hiding in a cabinet. That same talent helped him stowaway aboard an elven vessel departing with a load of naridimide ore. The crew, recognizing his abilities, returned him to Evitankari.

Young Driff was welcomed back as a prodigal son. His newfound skill with magic, sharp intellect, and borderline photographic memory attracted the attention of the intelligence community, which quickly drafted him into its ranks. Driff’s rise was swift and sudden.