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[b]Name:[/b]

[i]Elijah Bower
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 [b]Age:[/b] 

28

[b]Appearance:[/b] 

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[b]Occupation:[/b] 

[i]Chancellor[/i]

 [b]Personality:[/b] 

[i]During his service as chancellor for the Count of his town, Elijah has grown to be, if anything, eloquent. Constantly being around nobles and rubbing shoulders with those of higher status, his etiquette is refined and rehearsed to his Lord's satisfaction. However, he never forgets his roots, and always remembers to help the poor and downtrodden. After all, politeness can only get one so far. [/i] 

[b]History:[/b]

It was paperwork. It always had been. Being Count Holland's chancellor always entailed such menial tasks; it almost made Bower wish he'd never left the clergy. Either way, there were nights he was in his office, alone, with nothing but the fainting flame of a dripping candle to keep him company. It had been like this for years, another day of working as his Lord frolicked around the parlor downstairs with something or another. Nobles always had a habit of overindulging; the records he kept of their finance expenditures always proved to be sufficient evidence. It was something he could never understand, how the upper echelons of society were indifferent to the madness that went on outside. He often kept such thoughts to himself, occasionally sipping on a flask of hippocras, the spiced wine dancing merrily upon his lips. 

Getting drunk.
Getting work done.
Rinse and repeat.

Only this time, he may have consumed a [i]little[/i] too much. 

Why was he in a forest?

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