<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/9f/07/8e9f07754d1df0b7526d76ff267edd4f.jpg)</div>Name: Evan Tempest'ive (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906851)<br/>Tagging: Lauriel, Open, forming a party<br/><br/>He said with a bow. “Oh yes my manners,”<em>or something… </em>“I am Evan Tempest’ive of the Gre— from the west…”<br/><br/>Is that another Wood Elf? Damn this is why he LEFT the forest...<br/><br/>What's she doing in an urban environment? Anyway...<br/><br/>“A fellow Wood Elf. In full garb for shooting down from canopies. Is archery your main focus?” He shifts his shoulder to show his own bow, holstered in a strap on the side of his bag. “I started with a bow myself. I believe myself very good at penetrating soft fleshy bits of my foes.”<br/><br/>…Wait… "Uh, I fire my load deep into a target's vulnerable areas." ...Hmmmnnnope... "I don't shoot blanks with...."<br/><br/>Sigh... “You.. you wouldn’t by chance speak Elvish, would you?…”