Ian sitting in a quiet corner of the inn will watch the continuing and annoying antics of some of his traveling companions, and while sipping his mead will think to himself, why in the name of his sainted mother is he here, and why is he following some damned fool errand for the Canon of veluna, i have heard of no mention of payment or reward, and now this fool elf is suggesting as a last resort to steal horses, a hanging offence where he comes from, and does not every theif say they intended to repay the lose., going back to his drink the large perrenlander awaits something to happen.....
Ian stands 6'3" tall and weighs around 235 lbs, his clean shaven face and close cropped dark hair add a youthful air to the highlanders visage, but the somber greens and blacks of his tartan, and the twin bastard swords show the tools of his trade.