<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/C2U2oE2.png)</div><strong>Emon Kanna</strong><br/>Human Con Artist - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  18 / 18<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  0 / 8<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  None<hr/><br/>Emon has been all smiles before arriving in front of the well where the party was busy dealing with the conequences of their adventure. He heard the rumors of the plight of Ovesgar, and found the situtation naturally appealing to his sensibilities. A small town was a departure from his usual city marks, but given the chaos and call for adventurers, Emon was hoping for a steady flow of somewhat inexperienced party members for him to benefit from.<br/><br/>Having met up with Gerald and proved his worth, Emon was feeling good about his trip. That is, until his eyes landed on a rather short little fighter who Gerald had introduced as 'Seras'. His right eye twitched a little, and as did the side of his mouth... doing his best not to show any additional emotions having stumbled upon now the one thing he hadn't wanted to see... someone who knew him previously.<br/><br/>It was a surprising to see Seras alive, let alone here in the village. Having been caught off guard without a good story to tell, Emon decided to simply pretend like he didn't recognize Seras, his hand reached behind his head to feign a little shyness, as he bowed to introduce himself.<br/><br/>"My name is Emon, a traveling merchant just hoping to help out. Please excuse my inexperience." He responded, hoping not to draw any additional attention to himself. His eyes looked over the party, wearing even further from the sight of a Paladin. It was an omen clearly, maybe this place really was cursed.