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Gan Vahnsen
“Ah, well I just needed a change of scenery,” the half elf shrugged to Evon, in answer to his question, “Grew tired of my father’s people butchering my mother’s and being caught in between.” he made a face, “Really rather a common tale, I suspect. Nothing special to it. So I left, leaving them to kill each other off and I’ve been making my way around the world ever since. I didn’t like what I saw, so I figured that I’d come here and see if this place was any better. Not that I have high hopes, but as you said, gold is always helpful.”
Another shrug. Staring into the fire, the pale half elf sighed, “I guess I’m also looking for something. I was told my fathers’ people could use their minds to aid them; not magic mind you, but something similar. In all my travels… never once on our home world did I find any capable of such, at least, not among the humans. I was half hoping to find some form of sentient life here would might possibly teach me – or show me how to use it.” He laughed, “Well, we all have dreams, right?”
As Lorath moved over to the short lizardman, Gan watched in fascination, wondering what would happen next… …and then he would sleep.
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