Airdan Valtumal
   On dirait qu'ils ont complètement rejeté ses actions; évident de la main des cartes jouées par le petit guerrier et le meurtrier ainsi que de l'habitation entièrement inutile de la zone grise, commentateur inutile inguz lui avait dit à la fois et Airdan. Il laissa sortir un petit scoff lui-même et regarda le guerrier frapper de près le fond d'un tankard de bois contre la tête du Solarien et demanda qu'il lui achète un verre. Un geste commun pour quelqu'un qui essaie d'entrer dans le pantalon de quelqu'un à son avis. Il s'est tenu en arrière de la scène avec des pas doux, la chaleur grossière retournant à ses sens alors qu'il a commencé à aventurer sa main le long de son cou en essayant de garder la chaleur vers le bas pendant que la région grise Inguz marche devant lui.
"Je ne pense pas que la dame ait besoin de votre compagnon d'aide, elle semble parfaitement capable de gérer ça toute seule. D'un autre côté, vous semblez un peu moins... Équipé pour manipuler l'arme mystérieuse de l'étranger." L'expression d'Airdan a été amenée à rire.
"Tu as raison sur celui-là!" Il a dit avec ses doigts pointant vers la zone grise Inguz. Avant de retourner à son propre siège, à côté de la fille à qui il essayait de parler avant. L'expression joyeuse ne l'avait jamais quitté. "Ah, maintenant le problème partiellement résolu..." Il a posé ses yeux par le corps de l'Orc, étant maintenant traîné dehors par une femme de ménage de la taverne et l'a retourné à la même peau de bronze, barman à oeil de noisette. "Une autre de ces bières froides que tu as faites pour moi," Il s'est de nouveau tourné vers la fille. "Et toi?" 
C'est quoi, ça? Qu'est-ce que tu sais?
Name: Airdan Valtumal
Age: 216 (appears to be 24)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Origin: The Xacrines
Profession: A member of a Sacred Order of the Xacrines Forest, "Nightbird's Sentry"
Weapons:
Hand-and-Half Sword, "the Visceroy"
A bastard sword crafted from the finest metal of the Nightbird's Sentry forge named 'Xespurium'. It keeps a balanced and agile weight level while maintaining a keen edge with optimum flexibility and excellent rigidity. The tang is surrounded by ancient oakwood scales wrapped in red silk braids and half bronze wire wrapped to its round, pear shaped pommel. The scabbard too was of fine craftsmanship. It is a wooden core scanbard wrapped in leather with beautiful silver fittings with carvings that depict the Nightbird's Sentry sigil and the deity in which they align themselves with, the Owl.
The blade itself, fullered to an acute point across half of its full length was grinded by hand from coarse to extra fine levels. While the entire body of the blade remained satin, the edge was polished finely that it practically is able to reflect light that makes the sword "blink" under the sun.
Longbow
Quiver of Barbed Arrows
Appearance:

Airdan stands 6 foot and 2 inches adorned with raven black hair and eyes belonging to a pair of beautiful amethysts. Like any elf, he is tall and lithe with muscles trained for endurance and quickness of foot rather than brute strength. His profession has also earned him many scars from wild beasts or sometimes monstrosities as a result of dark magic. The most prominent of scars is a long thin scar on the upper sode of his right cheek and diagonally across his left cheek. Other scars are hidden beneath clothing.
Personality:
"What's the meaning of life? Drink and be merry. Maybe bedding many women too! I've still got many many years!"
If you had believed that elves were the stoic and headstrong kind of individuals, it certainly would've broken every stereotype that is not Airdan. The lighthearted trait had come as a blessing in disguise for Airdan during his travels for many years. Most of the Order had the mysterious and silent tonality was outshined by his seemingly friendly and open attitude that opened unexpected doors at times that their pride would obstruct their advance. This is not to say that he doesn't follow the Order's Code-- in fact he does.
Short Biography:
The Nightbird's Sentry's task was simple; to keep the balance of the Forest. Guided by the Owl's immense wisdom, they traverse the thick bushes and dense forestry to carry out their tasks. Their abilities to blend into the background was unrivaled to the naked and untrained eye of typical outsiders of Xacrines. This level of camouflage was necessary to take down the anomalies that dare threaten the forest.
Airdan is a member of such Order. Operating close to 200 years mastered the path of tracking the forest and also becoming the forest. His achievements within the Order were not notable but consists of smaller ones such as adhering to the Order's Code.
He also traversed outside of Xacrines often, visiting the Solarian capital Estiala to pay their respect to the King and also as a holiday zone for many elves taking a break from their duties.

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