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Thindar is so used to his mentor picking up on any track that he notices, he almost forgets to mention to the rest of the party, but then calls to the rest.

"Someone has been walking around here, probably someone with a walking stick or a cane. He's been all over around here. Most likely an adult male of one of the taller races."

Knowledge (Nature) check, 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

I don't see any need to wander off the path.

"Let's get a move on, it may be warm now but I bet it cools down a great deal once the sun get's behind those trees."

Pointing towards the dense trees to the west.

After Beilin mentions the weather after dark, Thindar takes a look at the sky and pays attention to the wind for a few moments.

Thindar being to silently berate himself for not remembering his mentor's teachings as well as he would like.

Thindar moves about twelve "paces" ahead of the rest of the party, and starts to look around at the ground and the surrounding area.

For the GM:

Thindar beings to wander off, looking around at his surroundings and down at the ground. To no one in particular, Thindar says absently, "I hope no one took me not wanting to carry the lantern the wrong way."

Thindar feels a bit more confident now that he's a bit more in his element than he was in the inn surrounded by townsfolk. The idea of travel and the wilds sets Thindar's minds to his training and his drive to prove himself.

"While I'd appreciate the honor of carrying the light, my eyes are . . . better in the dark, and I'd rather keep my senses as sharp as possible once we get the flame lit."

"I've heard bad luck is just what you have when the gods are resting, so lets hope they've had a good night's rest for us tomorrow," Thindar says.

After saying this, he stops for a moment to say a quick prayer to Erastil, making sure to let his god know that the comment was only meant in jest.

Thindar takes the offered mug, smiles quickly, and takes a drink. He then looks at the halfling server and asks a simple question.

"Beef?"

For the GM:

"True words Thindar, that speak great wisdom, eat when you can."

Looking sidelong at Veilos

"Is there such a thing as unnecessary drink?"

With that and as if to agree with Veilos's laughter Beilin tips his tankard upright and drains it all, meticulously wiping his chin afterwards.

"Oh my I seem to be empty again, Veilos your cup looks dry shall I fetch you another round as well? What about you Thindar? Naria?"

"If they've got a good, dark stout, I'll take it." Thindar nearly adds what his mother used to say about drinking a loaf of bread, but thinks better of it.

"I'd be a better hunter if I hadn't broken that damned composite bow that Arnama let me use. I guess I pulled a bit harder than I should have with it. I've still got my hunting spear though."

Thindar begins to rattle off stories of hunting and tromping through the wilderness, but as soon as he realizes that he is getting on a roll speaking, he stops himself, afraid that he might have spoken too much, or given away too much by admitting the accident with the bow.

"I took a deer down with one throw with my spear," he says, trying to repair any potential damage to his reputation that his comments might have caused to his companions. He is about to say more, but then realizes how defensive his comments sound.

Thindar looks cautiously around as the others gather near.

"Arnama always says when someone is offering, take the food, because outside of town you never know when the next meal is going to cross your path."

Thindar looks for a moment at the others, almost waiting for some kind of rebuke for speaking. He's very clearly testing the waters with his pedestrian conversation.

Noticing Thandar sitting a short distance away Naria rises from her chair and approaches calling over to him "Hey come on ya big lug it's not like any of us bite you know."

Thindar blushes a little, and attempts a bit of an awkward bow. While Thindar is actually quite nimble and sure footed, whenever he gets in situations where he can over think his actions, he comes across as much less coordinated than he actually is.

"Ah, certainly . . . Miss Naria," Thindar says, and he stalls a bit trying to remember the halfling's name from around town.

A plain, but solidly built young man walks into the inn. His hair is still wet from bathing recently, and his clothes are still a bit damp from being scrubbed clean and put back on as quickly as possible.

Thindar is actually pretty fastidious when he's close to civilization, because one of the things he knows that people assume about half-orcs is their lack of hygenic practices.

Thindar picks up a haunch of meat, quite hungry from his work finding and identifying tracks from the area. Thindar begins to tear into the food, and then stops and more slowly enjoys his repast.

Thindar is a bit hesitant to approach the rest of the young people that will be a part of the ceremony. While he's never had any problem with them, and has seen them around the town over the years, he's always been a bit hesitant to open himself up, as he's been hurt one too many times over the years by being a bit too friendly and open with strangers.

He finds a seat close to the rest of them, in case there is some need to discuss any plans, but otherwise tries to remain unobtrusive.

Thindar is happy to still be prowling around.

I think I'm all set and ready to go, including backstory. Let me know if I missed anything.

I'm still doing some fine tuning on the history. I have the jist of it written down on the profile, but I really want to flesh out a few places.