Prefered Armor Type: More suited to the swift and nimbly footed.
Weapon of choice: Feather bladed staff

Weight: 5'7
Height: 148lbs

Strongest Character Stat: Dexterity and Constitution hold the same sway.

Current Special abilities:
- Ability to Track most anything
- Trained in the way of the herbs
- Highly skilled in the art of finding things.

Biography:
You find yourself in a Tavern dubbed The Day's end. The last rays of sunlight seep through the windows and paint a vivid mosiac of amber light that radiates off the polished wood.

A young man strolls into the tavern just past dusk, a wry grin strung acorss his face. He glances around at the patrons and nods slowly at the bartender taking a table in the back of the tavern. The barkeep goes over to the and they exchange a few words. You go back to studying the people without much intrest when your tapped lightly on the shoulder. As you look up you see the man a broad smile on his face looking at you. His eyes are a dark shade of hazel and the hair that falls to his shoulders matches them perfectly.

"Greetings good fellow. he says softly, almost whispering. It seems that like yourself, i am alone on this warm evening."

"Perhaps however we could shed the shackles of solidarity for a few moments, converse over a nice glass of mulled wine and get to know one another." As he asks, a lavish grin replaces his smile. You agree, having nothing better to do.

"Good man!" he exclaims as he claps you on the back. "My name is Dart Alatoran."

Dart seems to carry himself with a easy demeanor and strides confidently toward the oversized barkeep. The man seems to be oozing sweat at the pores but he nods at what Dart says to him. Dart returns, still grinning and sits down heavily at the table.

"Secal will bring us two glasses of his finest wine in a few moments, along with this evening's meal." He glances sideways looking toward Secal for a moment and brings his regard towards you once again. He motions you closer and talks quietly not to be overheard.

"I believe its a roasted pheasant glazed in a sauce of snowpeppers. Although the meal isn't the best to have had in Cairhien, its wise not to mention anything in front of Secal for he takes it personally." You nod in agreement just as Secal arrives holding two high glasses of mulled wine which he places carefully on the table.

Dart takes a glass from the table in a flourish and leans back in his chair, putting his laced brown boots on the table top.

"Its all well and good that you would have a glass of wine with me but we are still strangers. I myself don't drink with strangers," he says through a wry grin. "Perhaps i should tell you about myself," he says aloud almost seeming to be talking to himself.

"I was born in the Borderlands, many years ago. I've never known who my parents were, but i was taken in as a baby by a Rug Merchant and his wife."

"They raised me as well as they could, teaching me the Histories of past and things i needed to learn to survive. While my father taught me how to Barter for goods, fight with a quarterstaff and educate me on the finer points of culture my mother on the other hand taught me about the wilderness. She taught me how to Search for things that were seemingly hidden to the naked eye, as well as track game and use various herbs to cure ailments."

"We traveled quite a bit throughtout my childhood. Through the rugged Borderlands, to the Magnificant cities of Caemlyn-Tar Valon and Tear. As well as some of the shadyer cities such as Lugurd and Tanchico. Its a fair assumption to say that i picked up a little bit of customs from everywhere i went."

"As i grew older my father came upon a wine maker south of Cairhien while resting our pack horses. After much discusstion and arguing with the winemaker, my father took it upon himself to buy the vineyard and go into the buisness himself. At first my mother and i were flabergasted, but it seemed my father had a talent for winemaking so we went along with it reluctantly."

"When i was about twenty or so years old, something in my life started lacking. Be it a sense of longing, or a sense of unfufilment something had to be done about it. I pondered my existance for many a day but my calling finally dawned upon me while delivering some wine to this very tavern. I came upon a man named Ferwin who was having an ale. He had the look of a soldier and being curious i asked him what he did. He eyed me up and down for a long while and said gruffly. I serve the King of Cairhien and everything that belongs to this fair nation. Intrigued we talked for many a hour about his life as well as our shared love for the great nation. I left late in the night, a little mistified but i had finally found what i had been looking for. The next day i contacted the Rising Sun and Started my Service to Cairhien. I spent many months getting to know the other members as well as carrying out tasks and duties. They accepted me as one of their own and the rest is history.


You nod thoughtfully at the man in front of you and begin the account of your life.

You talk into the wee hours of the morning and you part one another with a humble bow and a farewell.