Someone, somewhere went to sleep and dreamt us all alive. Dreams get pushed around alot I doubt that we'll survive. We won't get to wake up, dreams where born to disappear and I'm pretty sure that... none of us are here. Managing to maintain an air of practiced nobility he is often see with a wry smile upon his confident demeanor. He'll tell you he is from the Realms of Tempest, yet he does not claim that as home. There are times he dabbles in the arts of wild magic, but he'll tell you he has no great skill. Approaching 30 he stands a lean 6'2", with a full head of dark brown hair and neatly trimmed goatee. Always clothed in shades of gray and comfortable brown leather boots. A tiny silver & gold talisman hangs around his neck. Capable with the sword and dagger but choose to defend himself with a stout wooden walking stick. If you wish to learn more you might try talking to him, because it's not written here. He is currently in the employ of The House of Elders *********