<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 | Ranger) | Background: Entertainer | Chaotic Good<br/><br/>You search the back of your head and... are impressed to discover, underneath your dexterous fingertips, a hard lump the size of a fist on the back of your head.  You hadn't noticed it at first, but feeling it now, it's almost impossible not to constantly probe at it.  It's just... so huge.  It's tender, too.  The slightest provocation causes you to experience teeth-shattering pain.<br/><br/>Your horns, on the other hand, were present and accounted for.  Stroking your long, red horns with your formerly water-logged hands, you realize that they are indeed undamaged, too, though they -feel- different.  When you get the chance, you inspect your horns in the mirror and notice... that they are waterstained.<br/><br/>"... I am so hungry..." Roen admitted as he sat up in the bed.   "What is the name of our savior?"<br/><br/>It was then that the squire arrived in the room.  He was carrying a tray.  On it was a soup that smelled so good and hardy that it was hard for either Roen or yourself to assault the young man for it.  He set the tray between Roen and Blaise and took a step back.  On the tray, there sat a clay bowl that could probably hold a half-gallon of soup, and it was filled nearly to the brim.  Beside it, a large, wooden spoon that, you surmised, was probably a little bigger than your mouth.  It sat on a coarse linen that had seen better days.  There was also a chunk of bread and yellowed cheese, and a mug of fresh water, just pulled from the well.<br/><br/>"The name of your savior is Gundren Rockseeker," the squire announced.   "Hello," he added, bowing.   "My name is Burton," he said.   "Burton Hallwinter, squire to my father, Sir Sildar Hallwinter."<br/><br/>"Hello," Roen replied, cautiously.   "My name is Roen, and this is Blaise."<br/><br/>"Well met," Burton replied.   "I am glad to see you awake."