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"Now this is my kind of adventure! Artifacts, giant rats, and beings that can camoflauge! This sounds like it's going to be great. One hour should be plenty of time to meet this Val daughter. I'm sure she will be really insightful; plus I could go for some early noon ale... Mmmm..." Tavar glazes over from the prospect of free ale and the great adventure that lies ahead.
A little groggy from staying up all night, Tavar has a tough time keeping up with the group and almost falling asleep as they all reach the pond together. Watching Ibarra dive into the water Tavar tries his hardest to see if there is anything near the pond that might have some clue as to where the entrance is,
Scanning through the brush he sort of clumsily stumbles on 6 flasks that have a familiar stench. He recognizes the smell as kelp, similar to Junkers Beach on the shores of Sandpoint.
Tavar faces the group and shrugs his shoulders with his arms out.
"Woah, those are some great looking eyewares... You're a friend of this Master Baine? Do you know anything about him or why he would have went into the caverns? I'm quite new in town, I don't believe we've met. Tavar Theissan of Sandpoint, and you are?" Realizing quickly that he might be prying too much he immediately interjects and says, "Not to pry too much of course, I know most people here keep to themselves but you seem like you know your way around these parts, I myself am eager to learn more about this land."
"I should probably bow, or is that silly? Not really sure what the custom is around here." Tavar awkwardly bows towards Eriethiel as she introduces herself and comes up back with a smile as the halfling enters the conversation thankfully interrupting the awkwardness.
Taken by surprise at her sudden presumption that he is organizing the search, he quickly responds. "No, no, no not me my lady. I just got here, in fact, I'm quite a recent addition to Torch... I've been working at the stabl - Oh I mean, how rude of me, before I get ahead of myself, my name is Tavar Theissan." He proudly states with a slight confidence, yet it quickly vanishes as he realizes he probably smells like a barn. "I've uh, been working at the stables all day, sorry if I'm a little rugged, although I'm used to it. The caverns really drew me in, I uh -- Oh, what's your name?" Clearly Tavar is not very collected when talking to members of the opposite sex, yet he is very talkative as he is curious.
Most of Tavar's day is uneventful; hard at work he takes note of the town cryer barking about some reward or something about a missing persons. Still unfamiliar with most of the town he pays no mind as half of it gets cut off with all the noise in the stable from the recent influx of merchants and travellers. I owe Iven and his wife a great deal, letting me keep a living here, trackers and Rangers don't seem to make a decent living around here..., he says to himself. As evening looms Tavar once again hears the cryer as she repeats her cry from earlier in the day. As soon as she mentions the possibility of entering the Black Hill Caverns his interest is immediately peeked. Exploring eh? Caverns! Well this sounds more of an adventure then just some old drunk lost around town... I'm pretty much done for the day, seems like a good idea to check this out. He thinks with a grin on his face.
Running through the town trying not to bump into someone or trip he finally makes it to the town hall in break neck speed. As he approaches the door way he sees a beautiful fair skinned elf making her way inside. Obviously enamoured as he rarely pays attention to such things, something about her reminded him of Shalelu. Slightly blushing he decides to think nothing of it and immediately follows in behind her. Bravely, he taps her shoulder and begins to introduce himself.
"So, you here to find this Baine man as well?" He says bluntly, as mid sentence he realizes well why else would she be here? Ugh... Fool.
Once Tavar arrived in Torch he immediately noticed Iven's Livery Stable . Due to his curious nature he noticed that was once a tracker, now retired so that he could tend horses with his beloved wife. Looking to learn more about the surrounding landscape he made quick friends with Iven and his wife thus granting him a position as a stable hand helping with the purchasing and selling of horses. Although sometimes passing out at the stables after a hard days work he typically stays in the boarding house on the north eastern side of the town.
I'm ready to explore Numeria! Backstory:
Tavar has spent his time in the wilderness since a child, running through various forests and plains. Originating from Sandpoint as a street youth he quickly found that Varisian forests were much more interesting than the daily trials of the quaint town. Often found sitting on the top of the Sandpoint walls he would gaze onto the stars and bewilderment would set in as he wondered just how far they stretch into the black empty void. During one of those nights he came across a shadowy figure, a Ranger who he saw darting through the night hunting something. He decided to follow the ranger's tracks, easily enough since it was indeed running quickly through the brush. The tracks led on for another mile or two and eventually they disappeared. As he started looking around he heard a thud land behind him, the body of a dead goblin... An arrow right through his eye. As Tavar approached the goblin he felt a hand on his shoulder and he immediately spun around and stepped backwards right over the goblin and lost his footing. A dark, hooded figure leaned over him, he put his hand over his face... A little terrified. The figure reached out towards him and he saw in the moonlight piercing through the trees a slender elf hand... And then a beautiful face accompanied that hand; Shalelu, the most famous ranger around the Sandpoint parts. "It's dangerous for you to be around here little one", she said. Tavar nodded, feeling embarrassed and foolish. After that fateful night, Shalelu saw potential in the child as she continued to notice him star gazing, eventually she taught him the ways of the hunt. Learning of the land of Numeria at the age of 18, Tavar set out for it with blessings from Shalelu; he was ready to carve his own path, one that contained exploration. With his trusty longsword and bow he ventured fourth, eager to find out what the stars had in store for him. As he drew closer to Numeria he would hear whispers about the strange technological ruins scattered throughout Numeria, that they came from the skies several thousand years ago and this definitely peaked his interest. The concept of life on other planets and stars far beyond Golarion has always fascinated him, and Tavar has long hoped to learn more about what life on those other planets may have been like. He has heard stories about the strange alien creatures found in Numerian dungeons and he hopes to learn more about them—perhaps some of these aliens can be found in the caverns below the city known as Torch.
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