Aeryn thar Varendiil, Human Evoker
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Conditions: None.

"The year you left home?" He muttered to his new companion as he hopped down the roof, making his way through the crowds towards the two orc blooded men at the crest of the hill. "Local boy, returned home after finding fame and fortune then, eh?" Moving deftly against the press of the crowd, the lanky fellow led the way for the broad shouldered ranger.

On clearing the throng of gathered spectators, Aeryn called out to cursed half orc. They had spoken, over ale, of matters mystic and arcane, comparing philosophies on certain mysteries and enigmas that practitioners often did, the oracles insights, while not always accurate, had, on occasion, proven useful in Aeryn's studies of Thassilonian ruins and places of power. "Torrik! You foul smelling bastard! Congratulations on your trophy," a sarcastic smile shone from the scholar's face, "I'd say you and your Ork friend have earned a pint! On the house!" And he shook the tankard, which clinked and clattered with the sound of coin.

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OOC: Just trying to get the PC's into one spot. Also going with the fact that Torrik and Aeryn have worked together before, trying to decipher Thassilonian runes, or discover relics of that once great empire.