The man known as Aureladan has been called many things: student, lord, sailor, liar. A scholar, collector of esoterica, and self-proclaimed alchemist, he delves into nature’s mysteries with the express interest of unraveling the nature of life and death. When not holed up in his workshop—located in Dol Amroth, he says, or perhaps Pelargir—he wanders through the great cities of Gondor in search of rare treasures, good books, fine wine, and pleasures physical and intellectual alike. 

Beneath his rakish demeanor and penchant for luxury, Aureladan is a consummate scholar. His inquisitiveness has little regard for the usual bounds of propriety, conventionality, and moral compunctions. Although he has many means of enabling his endless hunger for knowledge, he has surfaced in more illicit circles in seek of help collecting curios for his studies. The collection of rare trinkets, trifles, and what he calls “artifacts” reflects a fondness for both beauty and grotesquery.

His own history is, like most of his stories, hazy, inconsistent, and changeable as the wind. Aureladan claims to be from a small town in Lebennin (or perhaps Lossarnach), yet his affectations are rather sophisticated for a simple country boy. Though his manner lacks a sailor’s roughness, he clearly knows his way around a ship. The many languages—not limited to Westron and the Sindarin of Gondorian nobility—he has learned over the years and his fondness for the more unusual luxuries of the South suggest a cosmopolitan life spent in part on the Great Sea.