Name: Arell Kirkwood
Age: Early fifties--looks good for his age.
Height: 6'2''
Build: Lean and tough, like shoe leather and iron.
Hair: Silver-Grey
Eyes: Blue

Appearance: Arell is one of those men to whom age only wears away the bits that aren't needed.  He's a lean, craggy, old cuss with surprising warmth lurking behind his eyes.  His armor doesn't gleam in the sunlight, his sword isn't ornate or flashy, but the quality of the craftsmanship and the care he takes in maintaining them speak for themselves.

Backstory: Arell served his god Abadar as barrister, clerk and parishioner of Falcon's Hollow for fifteen years before evils lurking in the surrounding forest forced him to pick up his sword once again.  And so the old man strode out in to the forest, and the evils that plagued the town were no more.

It was rough going, but slowly Arell regained the strengths of his youth.

Last year he was invited back to the temple in Absalom for training, and while it has been good to reconnect with his brothers, his thoughts turned to the town he called home, and all the people he left there.

And then he heard the rumors...

...apparently, he can't leave Falcon's Hollow alone for FIVE MINUTES without everything going to hell.