As Tanner takes a closer look at the horn he retrieved from the dead gnoll, his excitement begins to grow as he recognizes and tries to read the ancient characters on the instrument. As its secret begins to reveal itself to him, Tanner forgets about the approaching gnolls and the dark woods around him, him mind and imagination instead focusing on the Greenleaf Elves of long ago and this gift of a horn that they gave to someone. As Tanner runs his fingers over the etched-in runes, his mouth sounding out the ancient sounds, the story of the horn, the rangers and the elves begins to unfold in his memory and his imagination. His mind drifts back to stories he heard of the Gnarley Rangers as they patrolled the woods, the Greenleaf Elves with their Magics and their Lore, and he begins to imagine....

His reverie interrupted by sounds coming from the darkness ahead, Tanner's head snaps up and his eyes refocus on the here and now. Keeping the horn in hand in case he has opportunity to use it, Tanner quickly and quietly goes back to his defensive position and prepares for the attack.

Feeling the horn in his hand, he wonders if it will come in handy in the upcoming battle, or if releasing its magics without knowing what they are will only cause more trouble then they already have....
A tall, gangly human youth looks at you, his questioning green eyes filled with the energy and enthusiasm of youth. Clad in a fine chain shirt with a buckler emblazoned with crossed lute and sword, he wears an Elven rapier at his side and a rustic lute over his shoulder.