<strong>Name:</strong>Marcus Serpenthelm<br/><strong>Race &amp; Occupation:</strong>Half-elf (human on his father's side) Ranger<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>On the road to Amberdale and then The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Any<br/><br/>Marcus, the soon to be legendary ranger - honest, was running at a comfortable pace towards   This was a much more sedate pace from a few hours ago when he had been running for his life.  He said it was to lure the giant spiders away from the family.  Whatever the reason it had worked, he'd even managed to kill a couple with some fancy shooting, he'd notched an arrow, then as he pulled the bowstring to full draw, he'd spun round and managed to get one right between the eyes.  Another one he'd fatally wounded, it had wandered off and was dispatched by the local watch.  The upshot of this was a pocked full of gold and a grateful squire.  The squire had mentioned that Amberdale would be a good place to go, for quests, to get some more arrowheads, and for beer.<br/><br/>The town was soon in sight, he slowed down when he arrived at the gate, a running ranger had been known to panic some settlement, the populace thinking they were being chased by orcs, spiders and all manner of creatures when all they actually wanted to do was get to a tavern for a hot meal.  He walked down the street, noting the places he needed to go to , then found the place he wanted to go to The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern.  He walked inside and up to the bar, gave a friendly nod of greeting to the Bunny Girl then waited to be served.