Thraen's page

A rather brooding figure who's face is obscured by a black mane of hair approaches the group, open palm resting on the pommel of his long sword, growling: "Greetings." The large Barbarian casts a suspecting eye on the assembled pathfinders, "My name is Thraen."

I too, was paid a visit by courier, this morning. A letter from the good Sir Ambrus Valsin, received me well.