As Tanner carefully moves back towards the camp, he realizes that he's a lot farther away than he thought he was. As he moves from tree to tree, staying in shadows and avoiding making any sounds, he starts to wonder if he'll ever make it back in time to be of any help to the rest of the party.

If he hears the sounds of battle intensify (the howling and baying of gnolls, the Tyro's shouts of commands), he'll pick up his pace and try to cover more ground quickly to get closer to the action. Once he's close to the action, however, he'll go back to being quiet and hidden again in the hopes of gaining the advantage on whoever has hung back from the battle (hopefully a leader or a mage, someone who has the intelligence(?) to forge a partnership with a Black Dragon).
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.