<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>Nach, Victory, Sarek, Sir Arawn Avan<br/><hr/><hr/>The dark haired elf’s eyes widened when Nach described what almost happened to him. Darc had little true experience in combat, let alone with a dire bear! It must have been immense. He was impressed with the half-orc and his thoughts were plain on his face. The most dangerous thing Darc had fought was probably a stray dog in the city. And even with that he had his magic to scare it off.<br/><br/>The banter between Victory and Nach made him smile. He was glad the group was already comfortable enough to joke with one another. He didn’t get the impression anyone here was very serious, other than maybe the knight. But that seemed like his job. He was the noble knight, on a quest for some glory or some such. Darc couldn’t even hazard a guess what was going on in the red head’s mind.<br/><br/>Nach’s response to Darc’s answer made the small smile on his face grow. A smile seemed ever present on the elf’s face at this feast. The company delighted the man. He ran his right hand through his short black hair as he turned his face down and away before his golden eyes went back to the green skinned man.<br/><br/>When Sarek spoke to him his eyes darted to the human before his head lifted to give him his full attention. He lowered his hand from the back of his neck and leaned against the wooden chair in front of him, reaching onto the table to grab the pitcher of cider to refill his cup while he listened to the questions. He finished pouring before he spoke.<br/><br/>“You could say that. They didn’t like how comfortable I was getting and got restless, so they decided to give me a bit of a push,” Darc gave a short laugh before taking a large drink. “I have some connection to the church in Breame because of my trade and through them,” he gestured to the room as he continued speaking, “I was offered a place on this trip.”<br/><br/>He took another deep drink. “<em>Damn</em>!" He swore in his native Sidhelien before finishing in Anuirean, “This cider is good!” His lips split in a toothy grin as a gentle laugh spilled out. It felt good being around so many people. He didn’t have many friends in Breame, mostly just colleagues or customers. Part of him only just realized that he must have been lonely ever since Delira passed. His face fell into a soft smile as he took just a small sip while his eyes looked warmly over the people at the table.<br/><br/>He hoped this journey would work out. It was very hard for him to leave the shop he had been running for decades, but life was unpredictable and he knew he was ready to finally face the fact that the only person he had in his life as family was gone.<br/>