Alhambra (he despises being called "Al", and so nearly everyone does) is the youngest son of a successful merchant family, and is what in modern times we would call a "perpetual graduate student".
It's not that he's unintelligent, but his time and money go more towards his foppish wardrobe and eccentric theories of magic than towards anything practical. However, he never fails to achieve the bare minimum required to keep his parental stipend.
Alhambra has been known to threaten footpads, roustabouts, and all matter of base folk with his Excellent Prismatic Spray. (Eyvinder has long since given up explaining that Color Spray and Prismatic Spray are two very different spells.)
Rumor has it that after an unfortunate reagent mishap, Eyvinder keeps Alhambra away from the more sensitive aspects of his work. However, wild horses could not keep him from the festival and free drink.
(OOC: Don't worry, Al may be a fop, but I'll play him straight. He takes the current mission very seriously. Especially the bit about the specially cleaned divination robe.)
Alhambra (he despises being called "Al", and so nearly everyone does) is the youngest son of a successful merchant family, and is what in modern times we would call a "perpetual graduate student". 
