<div class="floatright"><div class="reverse">(http://i.imgur.com/tVlStew.jpg?1)</div></div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">NATHAN ORDWALD</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=979021)<br/>Darkvision 60 ft. (Passive Perception 10)<br/><strong>AC</strong>14;<strong>Hp:</strong>9/9<br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Dex +5, Int +3<br/><em>Advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep</em><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Goblin, Halfling, Human, Trade<br/><br/><strong>Current Appearance:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Traveller's Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/dc/a7/e7/dca7e732164df57bfc0945d4086d5eaa.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>Nathan was merely expecting to make small idle conversation with a fellow traveller, so her sudden question about him being an elf caught him a little off-guard.  He turned to peer at her, though with her hood pulled up, there was little to see other than some of the pretty features of her face.  "Not fully elven," he gave a chuckle and a shrug, politely turning his gaze back to the fire so not to look on her in her state of fluster.  "Just half, by virtue of my Ma being human."<br/><br/>It had been a long time since he had those sort of questions, and though he had gotten used to them as he grew up or else ignored the more insulting once.  These days, he wore his race as a sign of pride rather than something to be ashamed of or hidden, sometimes even as a challenge.  For the most part, he didn't think to much about it too much these days, unless it was something he could play in his favour.<br/><br/>"I'm guessing it would be your first time?" he winked, running a finger along the taper of his ear playfully.  "Can't say I've seen too many in my time, maybe one or two, usually travelling to somewhere else.  Nothing too big a deal though - I figure they're people like everybody else and need to make a living like anybody else; maybe just with different priorities is all."<br/><br/>Stretching his arms and yawning carelessly, he folded up his coat as a makeshift pillow and set it down beside the fireplace.  Keeping his other possessions close at hand, he kicked off his boots and reclined back, stretching himself out to full length.  "Well, here's hoping for a good night's rest as it sounds like there's a bit of a day before us tomorrow."