As Tanner examines the loot taken from the gnolls at the top of the hill, he is pleased to find many of the items giving off the warm glow of magic that inevitably gets Tanner's heart beating faster and his imagination running. Looking closely at the elven chain shirt, he wonders if it might not be even better than the Mithril Elven shirt he currently wears. If it is, he'll ask if anyone else has need of such armor, and if noone speaks up he'll happily don the Elven ranger armor and imagine who might have worn it before and what glorious deeds he might have performed.

ooc: If the elven chain shirt is better than Tanner's +1 Mithril Chain Shirt, he'll gladly take that and offer his chain shirt to anyone who needs it. Other than that, there's nothing else he can use.
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.