<strong>Tavah Sunderfist (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=598371)</strong><br/><br/>Tavah awoke the next morning in high spirits.  Of the simple pleasures in life, the barbarian was quite fond of ending a long day with some exercise (particularly ones that allowed him to swing his blade) followed by a few tankards of fine ale.  All-in-all it had been a good day and he was eager to being the next feeling that the journey had been off to a good start.  With a portion of dried spiced meat in hand, he rejoined the rest of his companions as they proceeded to saddle up and continue their expedition.<br/><br/>The morning air was still cool after the night’s rain and to him it felt wonderful.  For the first leg of the journey he decided he would take it at a trot rather than jump in the wagon to get his blood pumping.  He had just finished a large bite of his rations when Tha’ael’s comment brought a grin to his lips.  “Of all the opportunities life has to offer, I do my best to make sure I never miss out on ones involving free quality ale.  Next time I’ll be sure to pour you a tankard as well so you don’t suffer the remorse of another missed drink and I’ll have the pleasure of somebody to share a drink with.”