Drusalor, a solemn old forestal, resided in Sparrow's Rest before its fall. Rather tall, he wore long green robes and leaned on a rough-hewn staff. His pale face was dominated by large eyes and a mouth twisted in a perpetual, thoughtful frown. Not particularly welcoming, Drusalor shunned conversation in favour of the peace and isolation that brought him to Sparrow's Rest in the first place.