Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Aeron frowns as a fresh niggling worry sets itself in his mind. "Who's your friend? Perhaps we've seen him."
"Half-elf kid. Kind of scrawny with dishwater colored hair." Bellus traces a thumb from earlobe to the corner of his mouth. "Has a pink birthmark here. Sort of shaped like a squashed snake. Kid's name is Mick Silverblade. Thinks he's a sellsword. His mother said he came this way thinking he could find work."