<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2015/01/15/20150115212351-b609a81d.jpg)</div>Kess was simply exploring all that there was to be seen, tasted and smelled. The sylvan elf was new to these parts, having left his southern home to come north, to find the ancestral home of his people, and to reconnect with their fey roots. His birth and subsequent development into a child of nature had disappointed his family, and they had not objected to him leaving their lands and making for parts unknown. He had felt a connection with the land here as soon as he had arrived, and the ancient blood in his veins cried out to see and experience all that it could. Somewhere in these northern lands, were the places his race used to inhabit, and used to perform ancient nature magic rites. Currently though, he was trying several of the foods, and partaking in the drinks and generally observing the people, and the festivities. He was simply dressed, and barefoot.