<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, Iron Wraith Elf<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Sir Arawn Avan’s question stopped Darc from joining the dancers. It was a good question. One he hadn’t truly given much thought to besides it’s what he knew he had to do. He listened to the others as he thought about what to say. Everyone had such different motives. He was curious what led each of them to joining this particular expedition instead of some other endeavor to achieve their goals.<br/><br/>Nach had a wonderfully simple motivation for joining. He could respect the desire to test and prove oneself. He wondered what kinds of creatures the man had slain. Likely a variety of monsters and beasts. The most dangerous thing Darc has had to deal with in the past couple decades was a particularly insistent house cat that wanted to make its home in his shop.<br/><br/>Sarek and Wynne’s responses seemed to fit their character as far as Darc could tell. He found that when everything was said and done, people’s reasons for joining were quite simple. They wanted to gain something. That was true even for Darc. He wanted his powers to return to normal and stop throwing a fit. He hadn’t been pushing them or using them beyond small things here and there to make his life a little easier. Maybe they thought he was getting too comfortable in Breame. It was true that the most exciting thing to happen to him in years was his encounter with Victory those months ago.<br/><br/>He still did not know what to make of the oddly colored human. His answers appeared simple, but the elf got the feeling there was more to it. Desiring a home though, is a desire that Darc understood deeply. His early years with Delira had not been an easy transition. He had never felt more like an outsider than then, and if he had an opportunity to make a home somewhere, he would have taken it. Though, thinking back on then, he is glad that he stayed with the woman. She taught him many things about life. Even her death served as a lesson about life.<br/><br/>Godwine’s comment about “dancing with fairies older than your trees" brought him out of his train of thought. He furrowed his brow and shook his head in confusion. “My trees…?” He muttered. The elf had no idea what the other man was talking about. He didn’t have any trees. He looked around, as if he would find the answer in the room. After a few moments of confusion, the sound of Victory speaking returned his attention to the group.<br/><br/>Victory’s answer was as complicated as usual. He was a man that mystified Darcassan. He thought on a level the elf did not. in more than one conversation he just nodded along with whatever the tiefling said, pretending to understand what he spoke about. He didn’t have to fully understand the concepts to find them interesting. Listening to people talk about things that interest them was usually a recipe for a glimpse into the person underneath. Even with the several times he's listened to Victory talk, he still doesn't understand the man. Though it seems with the expedition they would have plenty of time to get to know one another. Or anyone of the group for that matter.<br/><br/>Still standing from when he was going to go to the dance floor, he looked around at the group surrounding the table. They each were quite interesting. He began to muse to himself about each of them before he realized that he had not answered Sir Arawn Avan’s question and he met the look of a few expectant gazes. “Oh yes, sorry. I should probably answer too.” He laughed gently, his hands resting comfortably on the back of his chair, “I’m here because my magic wanted me to.” He stated it as if it would answer any questions and not leave many more.<br/><br/>He looked back up towards the room at large as he remembered a question Victory asked just before he was distracted by everyone beginning to talk about their reasons for joining. His almost orange eyes looked towards where the tiefling had indicated. He didn’t recognize the woman. Maybe she knew him? He wasn’t the best with faces. Or names for that matter. He wondered why she was looking so intently at him. He gave her a friendly smile and wave. She seemed nice enough, if intense.