Lost his sense of decorum.
Tarch (trash). Was the life of the party. Always talking about his “exploits”. Amazing lover. The nice one lived up in Icewind Dale (you wouldn’t know her). Being a charlatan and figuring out what they want at just the right time.
Thinks about his old life and how embarrassing that was. Feels like he’s discovering himself here in Prismeer. Feels like there may be a need for protectors here. Hoping to keep the joy of the carnival going without the terror of it and wants to spend time here in Prismeer.