Centaur

A heritage of two forms made seamlessly one; the upper body of a humanoid and the lower body built for distance. Their paint-patterned coats fade naturally into the skin of their Human half in matching patterns that are simply, unremarkably, theirs. They need not sprint when built for marathons. Given open ground and reason enough, a Centaur will outlast almost anything on Vesperfall. They carry an innate wisdom of the world passed through bloodline rather than telling, making Centaurs without equal as teachers. Any subject, any student; a Centaur finds the way in. They judge neither path nor position, only how something is learned and passed on; How do you treat others who know less? They also make the strongest drink in Vesperfall. They have yet to confirm this.