<div class="floatleft">(https://images.8tracks.com/cover/i/012/939/486/8a474a3963453392c378102935294dd2-3394.jpg?rect=0,82,563,563&amp;q=98&amp;fm=jpg&amp;fit=max)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>DASHING MINSTREL | ROEN TUSK</strong></span></span><br/>Half-Elf Gestalt (Rogue | Bard) | Background: Entertainer | Chaotic Good<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2774234)<br/><br/>"I've read that before," Roen replied.  Indeed, you both had read a great deal, all under the tutelage of the Great Sentero, a halfling intellectual who was, no joke, world-renowned for his capacity to recollect facts.  The Great Sentero had memorized thousands of books, and could recall them instantly.  He could stand and deliver Faerun's greatest speeches, with such force and such presence that it was not uncommon to see men and women sob during one of his eloquent displays of oration.  It was difficult to think of such a great luminary who was now at the bottom of the sea.<br/><br/>There was no time to dwell on that.  Soon enough, there was a loud bustle in the hall, and in entered a rather energetic dwarf.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.worldanvil.com/uploads/images/ec6d0ff3f8fdd29cb89faf44b2f36bf9.png)</div><br/>"Oh, there they are, the foundlings!" the dwarf said, laughing boisterously.   "Supping like little birds, too!  Do ye know how finding two bodies ruins a fishing trip, me darlings?  Well, I shouldn't hafta tell ya that you cost me a great time of quiet, make no mistake!  But ohhh, it isn't like you could help it, now was it, dears?  I imagine that you would not have chosen to nearly drown out in the Sea of Swords, I'll wager.  Well," here, he paused, looked around at Burton, who was standing behind him, and said,  "Have the innkeeper set a proper meal for them downstairs.  They look well enough to go down.  Maybe have one of the clerics come and give 'em a once over."<br/><br/>"Right away, Master Rockseeker," Burton replied, clicked his heels, and left.<br/><br/>"Now," he clapped his hands together, " "The name's Gundren Rockseeker.  I'll be off tomorrow on a grand adventure, so I aim to ensure that you are both set for the present.  I am afraid that I was not able to salvage all of your personal belongings, but had everything that could be repaired repaired."