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"Then I shall retire as well." the half-elf departs for bed

Davavor hummed the tune quietly under his breath as the silence settled, not wanting to forget it. After a moment had passed he compliments the story teller, "Truly a great tale of a great and honorable General. Lord Strahd still rules these lands then? How many years has it been since grief...

Davavor's pointy elf ears perk up at the mention of a new story, "My friends! A bottle of wine is a good price for a great story of a General and a Lord!" he asks for a bottle of red, trusting the barkeep to know what this group — the apparent owners for whom he works — prefer and consider...

Davavor's eyes linger on the face of the coins and a chill runs down his spine. He collects one in his hand, replacing it with a gold coin of his own, to keep as a novelty upon his return. He walks languidly to the door way, watching Ismark disappear into the dark, shuddering at the seeming...

Davavor glances over at the Vistani silently agreeing with Ismark's impression of them, "Daggerford, of the Sword Coast." he answers, taking for granted that everyone knows where the Sword Coast is, "It's not more than a day or two from here. Just past those massive gates we walked through...

Davavor glances over at the Vistani silently agreeing with Ismark's impression of them, "

Davavor straightens up, "Well, I can take a hint." he says sneering at the Vistani. He makes his way over to the middle aged man, "What's their deal?" he says, taking a seat next to the man, gesturing to the now more jovial Vistani. The half-elf raises his hand for the bartenders attention...

The half-elf looks askew at the elderly merchant at the nonchalant mention of monsters. After saying his farewells to the man, Davavor looks around the empty town, concerned for its state, "There seem to be trees a-plenty. Why don't they build some walls?" he asks the group rhetorically before...

How far from Daggerford did we travel? the bard wondered to himself trying to make sense of the new climate and unknown land, "Is it always so...quiet?" he asks of their guide.

Davavor looks to the sky, trying to make out the time of day through the mists by finds them obscuring and difficult to read the sun, "Is it always so foreboding here?" the bard asks still staring at the sky, "The Sword Coast." he answers keeping the answer intentionally broad until they got to...

Davavor looks around him for another path that might have let this stranger sneak up behind them but doesn't see one. A chill runs down his spine, his shoulders straighten as he shivers, "Chilly here, isn't it." he asks the stranger masking his bewilderment with the man's sudden appearance...

Davavor purses his lips with a raised eyebrow at Aelar's dehumanizing Hey Bard but relents and pulls around his lute. He thinks a moment about songs which are less popular at balls when he recalls a song from his youth. "The Bard does know a tune about ancient forests lost to time and there is...

The sound of creaking iron is heard behind the Bard. He turns around to see the gates closing slowly behind them. He closes his eyes tight, a prolonged blink. As they flutter open, Davavor realizes that he is not, in fact, imagining this ominous sign. He tries to run back to the gates but...

Davavor glances at his silvered rapier thankful for the blacksmith's work before leaping from his hiding spot to pierce the werewolves hide! "Sleep!" he commands of the other beasts. He smiles proudly as he watches his spell take hold of the creatures. The large wolf snaps at him, its teeth...

Davavor looks between the two trails and in a hushed tone, "This might be a set up..." he says examining the surrounding area, "If we set up our own ambush, perhaps we can get the jump on them, so to speak. At worse, we waste some time, but I don't think we are in much of a rush." The tall...