<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/35/15/10/3515107f47035ebbd8e5377eb4410eda.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elias<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kaer Morhen Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Conor, Arlane, Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Padded Jerkin and Chain Mail with Boiled Leather overlaid on too.<br/><br/>The youngest witcher had come a long way from his homeland. The An Craite always held the monster hunters in high regard, all of Skellige did. So when the call came for them, the child was filled with illusions of a call to adventure and heroics. To be something better. Reality came hipping onto him quickly with the trials and how many it could claim. It did bother him, he'd be lying if it didn't. Yet, somehow it was not enough to dissuade his passion and drives. No he wanted this and wanted to keep going. Conor and Mael were a large factor in making it feel that way. They weren't just brothers of steel and battle but blood. The sorceresses were all mentors, all capable of keeping him on the path and making the place feel less empty than usual.<br/><br/>Course it is impossible to sleep at times in a lonely keep like Kaer Morhen. He knew how busy and readily keeps like this could be and it never sat well with him. None the less this was home for him and he would always see it as such. Especially with the company kept. So often times he had to take some time to read and keep his mind off things when not on the Path. It was from here that he found something interesting about the place. Something that just screamed for him to get out there and explore the territory surrounding the keep.<br/><br/>Elias was not going to be amongst those in Kaer Morhen for he had woken up right and early for a quick bit of smoked ham and bread, made himself decent and gathered his gear. Having read up upon the school of the wolf,  he learned there was more to the territory than just the keep itself. He'd have to thank the ladies for teaching him the alphabet and how to put pen to paper later. But from what the book told him there might be some thing worth salvaging due north in the ruins. Course it had to be dangerous, no doubt, but it wasn't going to deter him. He would just have to be cautious and scout the area. Not to mention that anything threatening the keep would have to be removed anyway. So it couldn't hurt to have a look. Who knows? Something worthwhile could come from this.<br/><br/>Unfortunately due to his insistence upon a quick bite to eat, it gave enough time for the others to rise from their slumber before he could go off on his own adventure and see what awaited him in those accursed ruins. Thus when he went out, he looked ready and able to be back on the path as he approached the main door and went into the courtyard. Both steel and silver upon his back and a small number of preparations for the days planned exploits. A padded jerkin underneath a shirt of chain and boiled leather at the chest, legs and arms. The man was a bear, bold in physical build, demeanor and voice.<br/><br/>Seeing as how Arlane and Conor were getting reacquainted, upon impulse he walked over to them, Duma trotting beside him. It might be a mistake to approach... but it had been some time since he had seen Conor.<strong>"Ha! Welcome back from the Path, indeed! Conor, tis good to see you again."</strong>He couldn't help but verbally rib his fellow witcher during the warm welcome.