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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arknath" data-source="post: 994976" data-attributes="member: 2850">Merriss sits on the north side of the fire, his back to it as usual, and stares at the stars.  These stars are the only thing familiar to him in his travels since leaving the small dukedom where he lived for the first chapter in his life.  The family had hired him to protect their land and family, which he did happily, for they were all kind people.  They were especially kind to him considering he was a half-breed, not unusual, but certainly unwelcome in many parts of Faerun.Merriss shrugs a bit, "Nothing a good gust of wind couldn't cure, I'm sure, Father (or a better title, given by Argent)." the half-elf says in a slight jest.  He takes a sip of tea and consumes himself with the history of such things, of which he's studied many a good deal.Knowledge (arcana) +35</blockquote>