Seeing the Elven symbol on the shield and armor, Tanner's excitement grows as he imagines the stories of these (possibly) magical items. The elven rangers forever fighting back the continual influx of Evil into their forest sanctuary, never fully driving them out nor completely caving in to these dark forces. Looking at these relics of that struggle, Tanner wonders where the former owners of these items fell, in what battle, and who was left behind to mourn them.

Realizing that now was not the time to meditate on those long dead, Tanner refocuses on the task at hand. Looking at the bag from the mage, Tanner wonders if this is same kind of magical bag that he came across once before, that holds far more than seems possible. Hoping it is, Tanner drops the loot from the gnoll barbarian into it and follows the rest of the party into the caves.

"No, Tyro, I don't think I can do anything about that cloud except blow on it, which I don't think will help. They best thing to do is probably to move on and let it dissipate. But before we enter the main cave," Tanner says to the entire party, "should we at least take a look at this smaller cave to see if it's a safer way in. Ever since that gnoll ran down there to tell the others, I'm sure that main entrance is as well-defended as they can make it. What do you all think?"
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.