As if struck by a bolt of lightning, Anavren realizes that Kerry exists. He is visibly shocked by her. Anavren smiles brightly at her then begins to speak to her in elven. "How did I miss YOUR presence? Greetings, sister elf. You may ask all you desire of me.

"I act tough? Do I?" Anavren reacts with a little surprise. "Perhaps it stems from my youth," Anavren continues honestly. "Perhaps it's a defensive mechanism. I was mercilessly teased by my peers for my height as a child. My only solace was my bow. I sought out Celene's best archers, and voraciously absorbed all I could from them. I tried to live the soldier's life as a boy. That was a toughening experience. The mindset of a soldier is different than that of the average individual. I'd also point to my poor relationship with my father, my long-time mentor. Our strife is deep and bitter. I advocated Celene go to war during the Greyhawk Wars. I was ignored and ostracized because I was young and outspoken. My father and I fought about me going to war as a page or teamster. I struck out on my own after the Wars ended. I didnt get a chance to make a name for myself as a war hero archer.

Did I mean exactly what I said? No. As I explained, I used hyperbole to illustrate a point. Tactically, it is best to be stealthy at all times, no matter what Acea may have to say. She is no soldier, and her opinions on tactical and strategic matters hold no weight with me. She is a master-of-none. My point was simply that the clerics caterwauling could be our death in the right situation. I wanted the heretic cleric acknowledge that he could endanger others if he wasnt prudent. Thats all I wanted to say. Perhaps I wasnt so tactful in stating that, but what is done is done. I cannot make my words leap back into my mouth. I had everyones best interests at heart, but apparently others certainly dont have my best interests at heart.

As for me acting on emotion, I certainly hope that is not the case. Id rather be controlled by reason. I hope the case is that I am just passionate about the logical conclusions I come to.

Now, Kerry. May I ask something of you? I shrugged off my studies of magic as a youth. To be an arcane archer, Ill need to know how to cast at least rudimentary magic. Would you mind tutoring me with what you know of magic? Id be TERRIBLY indebted to you, Anavren pleads.

After Kerrys answer, Anavren sheepishly asks, May I walk with you? You seem to be the only reasonable person of the bunch.
Anavren is a tall high elf with typical black hair & green eyes. He stands 5' 5" tall & weighs about 135 lbs. Anavren is dressed in forest colors and leather armor. He is never without his composite shortbow and a sheaf of arrows!