Borin is a portly human man in his late 40s. Thinning gray hair droops lankly down to his shoulders and his brow is constantly furrowed with worry. His white priests’ vestments are always inkstained around the cuffs, much to the chagrin of his laundress, from his constant efforts over the books of the Council.
Borin is a devotee of Bahumut, and a minor clerk for the Council. His usual tasks deal with allocation of city funds to various projects.