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About Elduan Tellevinallar

Reason for being at the protest

When the bookstore that you had cultivated and collected for the last 50 years gets burnt to the ground in a single night of insanity, not because you were doing anything, no, you knew far to well to stay out of politics, but because the fire in the nearby manor house blew embers onto the roof of your home and business.

This cannot stand. This city is about law, and such nonsense and disorder cannot be tolerated. The rumors are that this was at the behest of the new lord-mayor a self proclaimed lord-mayor...this you must see...to take the measure of the man, and likely tyrant.

History
While young by elven standards, Elduan is a fixture in Kintargo. His store and home on Falcher St. in Villegre was one of the most notable rare book stores in the city, and frequented by the elite dabblers and the scholastic experts for its collection, and Elduan's ability to find and obtain books on the market when requested.

He came to Kintargo 75 years prior, as a young elf in the accompany of a group of traveling sages and stayed to study. It was the Bell of the Temple of Asmodeus...the old temple to Aroden...and its peculiar ringing that intrigued him. And the odd pattern of the street layout... Something was going on in Kintargo, and Elduan determined that he would stay and see if he could figure it out. Not long after he had become a regular haunting the halls of the Alabaster Academy, both teaching and learning, he began to entertain a few requests to borrow, and then to purchase tomes that he had gathered in his previous few years of travels across the continent. He realized that this could be his source of income and would be a method of allowing his research to continue.

Years passed, and his collection grew to the point where it filled the two story home that he worked out of. Sadly, his collection, his research and very nearly his life were lost in one fateful night of fire and madness. Elduan has lived in an inn for the last few nights, his anger building as each new proclamation was read out. He remembers the city as it was, years ago, and dreams of it being great once more.

Appearance
A lanky elf with a piercing gaze, fingers besmudged with years of ink from many books, tomes and scrolls. His hair, like many a scholar, is merely pulled back out of the way, and is somewhere between ash and brown.

He has a habit of looking past people as he talks to them, or seemingly through them, that makes others a bit uneasy. Its not that he doesn't care what others are saying, its just that he might have seen an interesting weave of fabric, or a skirl of leaves that caught his eye.