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Tas Acantha was raised on the roads of Varisia, traveling in his mothers caravan. Much to her chagrin, he never did manage to learn much in the way of practical skills however, choosing instead to fill the roll of entertainer and apprentice tattoo artist. At each stop Tas would spend his nights spinning tall tales of the caravan's adventures to lure in potential customers. Once he discovered his knack for magic, Tas began weaving his spell casting into his performance and has even been experimenting with magical tattoos. It was during one of these experiments that he accidental conjured his familiar, Bevole, an opinionated skunk that share's his masters penchant for drama.

One of the caravan's most popular stops has always been Sandpoint, and even at a young age Ameiko Kaijitsu would sneak away from her family to sit around the campfire at night listening to the stories they all told. Sometimes she would even perform for them. In Ameiko, Tas found a kindred spirit. The two of them struck up a fast friendship and would talk endlessly of the adventures they would have when they grew up, traveling the world, slaying dragons, amassing treasure. Every time they stopped in Sandpoint, the two were inseparable.

And then Ameiko went off without him.

Tas has spent the last few years trying to get Ameiko to open up about what happened when she disappeared a few years ago, but instead of getting answers he finds his friend evasive. Tired of the caravan life, and unable to live vicariously through his oldest friend, Tas is preparing to strike out on his own. He's traveling to Sandpoint with his caravan one last time, hoping to convince Ameiko to come with him...wherever it is he's going.

"Tas!" A scrawny human woman stands with her hands on her hips scowling at her son who was staring blankly into the horizon.

"Tas!" She shouts one more time, pulling a lock of his golden hair to finally grab his attention.

"This gentleman has been waiting to purchase from you for at least four minutes!", she smiles at the customer trying to look more playful than angry. "I swear this bo-"

The young half-elf cuts his mother off with a gesture. "Actually mother, he already purchased the burn ointment and something else besides. He's waiting for me to craft a tattoo."

His brown eyes smile as he hands his mother a few coins from his pocket. As she walks away he produces an image of a fierce axebeak in vibrant colors, the glass blowers apprentice nods approvingly and takes off his shirt.

"She forgets I've grown up sometimes. Not that it matters to you, I suppose. Tell me, has there been anymore trouble in Sandpoint since we last came by?" He scans the rest of the customers walking around the caravan hoping to catch sight of Ameiko.

"Bevole, go find Ames!" Tas says as he rolls up a sleeve revealing the tattoo of a sleeping skunk wrapped around his forearm. Slowly it begins to uncurl and leaps off the half-elf's arm in a burst of twinkling magical energy, landing softly in the grass beside the workspace.

Tas yawns as the energy dissipates, "No, no I'm not tired, " he says waving off the glassblowers concern, "just a side effect of the transfer, I assure you I'm quite awake."

He pats the skunk on the head while collecting his paints and needles. Hastily scrawling a note for his familiar to deliver to the Rusty Dragon's owner.
Come on Ames where are you? We need to talk. He thinks as he prepares his paints.