[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Forest, The Wagon
                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Cyneburg [@Dragoknighte], Brogach 


Calanon gave a small smile at Gretchin as the caravan began once again. She seemed amiable and endearing in a few ways. At the very least, she could have been much worse. Everyone else here could have been, he realized. He was glad Sona and Satilla were fine as well. The Elf sighed as he walked along, his hand on his Elk's side, comfortingly. Brogach snorted and trudged along. The day was wet and dreary, but nothing he wasn't used to. Nature and all of its working was to be admired, and this day was like any other. 

[color=17c311]"So, mind telling me about yourself?"[/color] he heard Cyneburg ask, and he turned to look her way. He gave a smile. "[color=00ff66]I don't mind.[/color]" he replied. "[color=00ff66]I was a Waywatcher, and apart of the Wood Elven ranger Corps for many years. I met Brogach patrolling around a village I used to call home.[/color]" Calanon gave Brogach a trusting look. "[color=00ff66]He and I have been traveling for quite some time now. Until we found the Orcs tracks, which led us here.[/color]" He wasn't going to tell of his curse unless it directly effected the party, or if he grew to know them better. And he was no sure if he would stick around for more than a few days and a tavern visit on a nice bed.