"The Feywilds, yes? I've only ever had the chance to read about this in books. Interesting, hm?" he said, not talking to anybody in particular but instead, seemed he was speaking to...nothing? A sad expression crossed the man's face when he realized what he was doing. "Nevermind. This place is quite beautiful, but there are likely many monsters about. Why and how have you come to the Feywilds? Seems from your attire that it wasn't for sightseeing." Pausing, his thoughts turned inward and he collected what he could remember about his meager time at the festival itself. "The agh, The agh... the...hag? Ah, yes." he paused, returning to the outside world. "I do remember chasing someone into a portal that looked vaguely feminine. Could that be who you are looking for?"
"Even if he is likely to be a spy, Feras is, how do you know whoever you are looking for is also Fey and can communicate in the language of Satyrs? Perhaps they are of a different species but are very used to this climate and terrain." he finished.
"The what? Who is the "agh"? Why would...Ok, before you start throwing out such rash accusations, consider the facts." he said, crossing his legs.
This is how you knew he was about to talk for a good long while.
"If I was a spy, would I sound so much like one? Don't you think my plan and execution would be better? Don't you think I would know more about my surroundings? See, I am a Mercenary and Librarian by trade, and there was a strange figure who almost seemed to have wanted to be followed. I pursued this creature, and was left here, with no earthly idea where my marble is or how to get out. If I was a spy, Once my plan failed, don't you think I would have a way to get out?"
[ EQUIPMENT ] Rapier, spear, longbow, leather, thieves' tools, disguise kit, 20 arrows, backpack, bedroll, mess kit, tinderbox, torch (10), rations/1 day (10), waterskin, rope/hempen 50 feet, ink/1 ounce bottle, ink pen, clothes/common, small knife, letter from a dead colleague, belt pouch
Equipment weight 84 lb - Cost 197.52 gp 40 gp Coins weight 0.4 lb
[ CHARACTER ]
Height Small / 3.3 ft / 40 lb. ; Age 35 years (apparent age 35)
Eyes Blue ; Skin tanned white ; Hair Brown
Appearance Halander Wilkins is a 30-something man who is usually seen in Library clothes, as he volunteers there when not doing mercenary work. His festival clothes, which he wears on top of his leather armor, have a stitching of a wisp emblazoned on them.
Personality traits There's nothing I like more than a good mystery.
Ideals Logic. Emotions must not cloud our logical thinking. (Lawful)
Bonds I work to preserve a library, university, scriptorium, or monastery.
Flaws I overlook obvious solutions in favor of complicated ones.
Background Sage (Librarian)
Character/Item Backstory His lost item is a marble, one he calls the Dreammarble, that looks like the earth. It was given unto him by a small halfling boy that he tutored every Saturday, who told him that his mother had given it to him before she had died from a sickness, and the reason that she got it for him was that so that he could remember there was a big world out there. This was shortly before he was found dead in his bed, taken by the same disease that took his mother. At this news, he fell into a deep depression, sad and angry at himself that the boy had not trusted him enough to explain such an important thing. Days later, He attended the funeral and resolved to keep the marble with him until he died, and make sure the last remnant of his student did not go missing, thereby forgiving himself. From that day on, he occasionally traveled across the world when he had time off, all to respect the last message delivered to him.
Allies & Organizations His Workplace His fellow mercenaries
"Feras." said Halander. "I do reckon we've run into sentient adventurers. It's been a long time indeed, so such a thing is quite amazing. Pardon me, but I think I will speak to them now." he said, taking a quick step forward. "Ho! I am Halander Wilkins, and we two have gotten lost like you." He bowed, continuing on his ramble, as indeed, being a tutor had trained his mouth to move for minutes at a time. "Not just that, but I, not sure of Feras, have lost something very dear to me at The Witchlight Carnival." he finished. "Either way, meeting you all here is rather convenient for us."
