As Tanner rode with the party all that day, he could not help but smile and be amazed at the size of this party compared with the last time he and Tyro and the others set out from Greyhawk. Here they were with a caravan of wagons, mercenary guards and seasoned adventurers of every possible skill. Tanner had to hand it to Tyro, he was a natural businessman. He had dreamed up this Guild idea, and had made it happen. And here they were, a small army, marching off to find a piece of Tyro's own family history.

To Kerravin: "Indeed I am a Bard, which means that I do a little bit of everything and avoid doing too much of anything. Stories, though, are my love. I began adventuring as a way of finding and living stories that would be told throughout the years. Stories of battle and love and intrigue and magic. Especially magic. I am continually fascinated by the lore and legend of the magical items that are strewn across these lands. Every one has a story and a purpose, for good or ill, that resides within it. And I aim to find and tell as many of those stories as I can."

As the company settles for the evening, Tanner will walk around and meet as many of his fellow travelers as he can, introducing himself and finding out about where the others are from. As the night grows, he'll sit by the fire and sing songs of Adventures and Legends from the Olden Days, and the great deeds from long ago. And he'll ask if any of his new companions have stories they wish to tell, for he is always looking for new stories to add to his repertoire.
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.