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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Toric_Arthendain" data-source="post: 1944063" data-attributes="member: 9833">Selanil spent the long, cold winter roaming the countryside.  The elven ranger had always had a case of wanderlust, and the incident of twenty years earlier had done nothing but reinforce that desire to keep moving.  Selanil avoided contact with others as much as possible but did occassionally hunt for some local farmers and townsfolk to keep meat on their tables through the worst of the winter.  In any contact with other people, Selanil always kept his cloak hood pulled over his face, casting his features in deep shadow.  The burn scars covering the right side of his face were disturbing to him so he could only imagine that they bothered others as well.  The scars were bad enough that his own kin treated him differently after the fire.  Or was that his imagination?  Selanil wasn't sure.  He only knew that he felt out-of-place amongst his own people.  The scarring was so bad that even his right ear was deformed.When the spring thaw arrived, Selanil ventured closer to the settlements including Selby-by-the-Water, attracted there after hearing about the damage the lake town had sustained during the hard winter.</blockquote>