The Flaxseed Pathfinder Lodge: Explore, Report, Cooperate!

Game Master Tyranius

"How fleeting is fame...Trotter Flaxseed, the gent who founded this lodge nine years ago. Feckin' brilliant archaeologist."

Oh .... I did not know that. Please ... tell me more.

A tall but physically weak looking elf walks in. He is wearing a haramaki and a spell component pouch that indicates he is using magic regularily. His pale skin and clear blue eyes are in strong contrast to his jet-black hair.
The elf looks around with an arrogant smile.

"I'm looking for a mission that's worth my precious time. Was there anything interesting announced yet?"