Grandpa Eustace

An old man who came to Mistfall decades ago, originally as an act of self penance but he came to be known as a local of respect. While he never claimed glory in his life he was known to be perfectly at peace with his life and understood the risk he was in on the island.

Physical description
A very unremarkable man. He was strong for his age, a body trained by a youth of rigorous work age had rendered him into an able bodied senior at best. With a plain face and short greying hair if he was spotted in ordinary clothing he'd be difficult tell apart from a crowd. But normally he proudly wore his armor, a set of dull well worn plate with a damaged symbol of Reth on the pauldrons and dozens of names etched into the back. Often seen with his favored weapon, a simple antique longsword he lovingly cared for till the end of his life.

History
Not too much is known of Eustace's early life, he was quiet about it short of mentioning a grave sin back on the mainland. Whatever it was drove him to deface his own armor, abandon the life of a paladin, and come to Mistfall in an act of penance hoping it would've ended him. But by his own word when he arrived he saw a land of innocent people under the surface, doing what they must to survive. During his first year he struggled to find a foothold but eventually came across an abandoned house with the remains of the previous owner inside, after burying and paying respects he took up residence there.

From there he started to protect his neighbors, sympathizing with even the more criminal ones and working with them to make their street just a touch safer. Few years later and he'd begun to light the lamps at night, patrolling to watch for those of ill will and receiving gifts of food and coin from his neighbors as thanks for keeping them safe. Soon he become known as a Lamplighter, especially one known to watch over the orphans who'd often end up resting on his street. Even becoming closely tied with a group called the Cinder Kids, a community of orphans that followed other Lamplighters like him.

Not long after he even got involved with some people on the higher end of the island, by now having earned his title as the Knight of Tarland Street. While most assume the wealthy in the crown he'd often say those on the lower end were kind. Something he experienced first hand, getting to be good friends with a few of the families just on the fringes who'd help him to feed the orphans of his street, offer the odd extra guard or two for when a bad threat was going around, and so on.

By his last years he was considered a local hero, though he never reclaimed his divinity as a paladin. But within the last year he has gone missing, neighbors and associates alike did all they could to try and find him but as time went on people just accepted he was likely murdered. His body was never found and thus no funeral service ever held, but some people on Tarland street still keep his old house together, leaving the odd bit of dried fish or silver coins inside as a sort of tradition.