<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/66/Elf_with_a_coat.jpg/408px-Elf_with_a_coat.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Darcassan  Glynnelis</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24;<strong>AC</strong>13;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+3;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +1, Dex +3, Con +4, Int -1, Wis -1, Cha +7 (adv. vs. charm);<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 120ft;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>11,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>11,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>9<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>The Party, Sir Arawn Avan, The Baroness,<br/><hr/><hr/>Darcassan found the journey to the barony of Dhoesone both pleasant and unpleasant. The company was good. He was pleased to see Victory among the people he was traveling with, the two of them had hit it off a few months before, and the young knight Sir Arawn Avan seemed like a nice enough man, though Darc knew that he wasn’t always the best judge of character. The problem he found out about long distance traveling is that horses tended not to like him. Riding horses could be difficult. They often refused or shied away from him. It took several tries to find a horse willing to tolerate the dark haired elf.<br/><br/>As they traveled he marveled at the different landscapes and environments. He hadn’t gone further and ten miles from Breame since he arrived there with his mentor. He wondered why he hadn’t sooner. It probably didn’t matter. He was doing it now, and he had a very long life ahead of him to experience the world.<br/><br/>Several weeks passed before they arrived at the splendid city of Sonnelind. The capital was a true marvel. They met with the baroness, the one funding most of the expedition. Darc was glad to make the acquaintance of those who would be his companions for the foreseeable future. They each appeared to be capable men, and handsome he admitted to himself. His eyes occasionally strayed over them throughout the meeting. He tried to be discreet, but likely failed. He ended up paying little attention to the details about the bandits they were to deal with.<br/><br/>Darcassan hadn’t expected to be attending a feast before they left, so he did not have any clothes that could be considered fancy. He wore a gray tunic with faintly dusty black pants and a black jacket lined with soft fur.<br/><br/>When they arrived, he was glad to see the wide variety of food available. He ate slowly and picked at an assortment of dishes, mostly vegetables and fruits, but he did eat a few of the meats with the pear cider as his drink of choice. The cider was incredible. Before he realized it, he was well into his second cup before most people had finished their first. He found that when life presents pleasures, it's usually a good idea to take full advantage of them before they are gone.<br/><br/>When the baroness spoke, he quieted and listened. He nodded along and when most rose their cups high, he rose his drink gently and not particularly high. He did not feel much of the inspiration she tried to instill, but he respected her words. He looked back across the table towards his new companions. He had already forgotten most of their names. He had a terrible tendency to forget details like that, but he wasn’t too worried about it. He would learn their names in time.<br/><br/>Darcassan heard Victory begin to speak, but his attention was drawn to the shadows behind the man. The elf stared over his right shoulder a few moments before his gaze clarified and returned to the wizard, only catching part of what he said.<br/><br/>He looked towards the rest of the group as he introduced himself with a friendly smile after Victory finished. “You all may call me Darc. It is a pleasure to meet you all.”<br/>