Aéline

Malheureusement, l'aubergiste n'était nulle part où être vu, et Aelin se trouva debout dans la cuisine de la taverne. Seul.
Oh, si seulement les gardes de cette ville m'ont vu maintenant... comme il serait facile de blâmer le meurtre de la fille sur un musicien itinérant?
Il pensait que le sorcier était probablement la personne à qui il devait parler, alors il s'est retourné et est retourné dans la pièce principale - seulement pour découvrir que le cadavre avait disparu pendant qu'il était parti. Quelqu'un l'a prise?
Bref..
Aelin était tout à fait en garde alors qu'il montait dans l'escalier. Tout cet endroit lui donnait les flippants maintenant, ça ne ressemblait plus au bar animé et heureux dans lequel il avait marché quelques heures plus tôt. Le silence écrasant. Et le... Froid?
Dès que l'elfe est entré dans le couloir du deuxième étage, il a vu la mort lui-même. Et la mort a regardé en arrière. Une force maléfique, peut-être celle dont avait parlé Ofnir, avait transformé ces pauvres gens en êtres terrifiants et sans vie.
Aelin a sorti ses deux couteaux, gesticulant les morts pour garder leur distance. Il n'était pas sûr de quoi faire, et a décidé d'appeler le magicien.
"Soupirs!"
Name: Curion Anrandír, Aelintaur or just Aelin
Age: 617
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Apperance:



Aelin stands at 186 centimeters and weighs 72 kilograms. He has a slim body build and strong facial features, with dark brown eyes and light brown hair that flows freely and fabulously on his back.
Class: Bard
Equipment:
A black cloak, elvish leather armor, a blanket, a mirror, a tinder box, a bottle of oil, a lantern, two knives, a kantele, a pen, five sheats of paper, three empty scrolls, two flasks of wine, a back pack, a large sack and his fabulous, white horse companion named Valko.
Background story:
Aelin was born to a shoemaker's family in a small village in western Mirkwood. He never had many friends as a child, and preferred to spend his time wandering in the forest.
When the elf reached adulthood, he left his home and begun traveling further, living the free life he had always dreamed about. He fed himself with mushrooms, fruits and herbs and stopped to rest and exchange stories in towns and settlements from time to time.
On one of his travels Aelin managed to save an old man from being eaten by trolls. The man revealed to be a traveling musician, and as a reward he gave the elf his most precious item, his instrument. Aelin had never seen anything like it before, and the sound it made was almost magical.
It took the elf a long time to master the kantele, but after years of practise he got very good with it, even composing a few songs of his own. He kept living his life as before, only now he had something to play by his campfire at night or in front of an audience in taverns.
Aelin used the little money he gained from performing to buy himself a horse, which allowed him to travel even faster and further. It also became the elf's most trusted companion and best friend.