With their information and new gear gathered, Elisar, Irsoneic, Tusk, Izayah, and Tiria headed for the gates of Smith's Gambit and headed on their way. The group had quite started their journey early in the morning, however. It was closer to a late morning start with the snow lightly falling around them. It was only slightly more brisk than it was usually, but for those now used to the Rimewood this wasn't anything new.

"We wonder if there will ever be a day we wake to find it is not cold here. We think not." Irsoneic had his supplies gathered and ready to go. They'd managed to find a cat, surely finding a man would be easier than that.

Izayah glanced over the lizardfolk he didn't know. "Nope. That's kinda the thing 'round here. It's ALWAYS cold. It's like the Rimewood's callin' card."

He then continued, "Say, not t'be rude, but I like t'know who I'm travelin' with, instead'a just callin' out "Hey You!" all the time - an' I don't believe I caught your names back at the shop." He looked from one to the other of the new folk who'd showed up at Jessop's Goods.

"We are Irsoneic. We are warrior of lizard tribe. Here to survive. You?"

Tiria grins and introduces herself, "I am Tiria, last of the Nailo people. You can call me Tears," she gives a sarcastic fabulous flourish of her hands along with a slight bow, "I'm here to learn and make history."

Izayah's lips twisted in to a wry grin and he said, "Pleased t'meetcha both. Like I said back at the store, I'm Izayah Hamadrell, a Ranger. At your service." He nodded to them both and then turned back to walking forward, keeping an eye out.

Tiria turns to Elisar and places her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows she asks, "So he knows his way around the wilderness then, being a ranger, what about you? By the look of you, you have some Or-tel-quessir heritage, yes?"

Elisar grinned at Tiria. “Forgive me, oh beautiful one, how clumsy of me to forget introductions.” He whipped off his broad hat and bowed in a theatrical manner. “I am Elisar, called the Moonraven. A humble singer of songs and teller of tales. Izayah and I have adventured together recently, and I will personally vouch for his skill and courage. He is a handy fellow to have with you in a scrap.”

He paused for a moment. “I know not this Ortelkessir you speak of, but if you are asking about my heritage then, yes, I have fey in my blood.” He pulled back his hair to reveal slightly pointed ears. “My mother and step-father are both human, as are my siblings, but I never knew my real father and my mother never spoke of him. I often dream of him as a great king in a woodland realm, or a sand pirate gliding in a land-skiff across a great desert. But the truth, alas, I know not.”

He regarded the Elven woman again. “You say that you are the last of your kind. That is a sadness. I would be happy if you would tell me about them some time, maybe together we can create an epic poem so that they might be remembered for all time, their story passed down as legend to those yet to come.”
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