Rolf a scanné la carte lustrement, ses yeux se déplaçant rapidement en allers et retours à travers, essayant de la mémoriser. Il regarda le chemin tracé par Sarge, et murmura à lui-même, « Des centaines de kilomètres », foulant sa barbe avec attention avec un sourire.
Beaucoup avaient des choses à dire, quand Gideon a parlé, Rolf a agité une main sur lui, "Mes sentiments. Tu nous as demandé de faire un voyage, alors je suis prêt. Tu nous as demandé de venir à la réunion, alors je suis venu. Tu nous demandes d'y aller, et je m'en vais."
Rolf White
Rider of Forge
APPEARANCE—

AGE—
25, Bonded for 8 years.
GENDER—
Male
HISTORY—
A lad from Ambrell Ridge, his father, William, was a merchant who sold many things abroad on the island. Their ancestors had traveled the seas and pedaled their wares on other islands, and they had once been rich, but no more. Things had been hard even before the drought for the Whites. His father had urged him to take up a different trade, so he wouldn't be stuck in the same dead end merchant's world, so he took up as an apprentice to a blacksmith that had sold his work through Rolf's father. He was 11 then.
At the age of 17, there was a clutch of Whiptail eggs, and William encouraged his son to be present, to try for a dragon. One hatched, and in the strange way dragons had, it recognized Rolf's adventurous and daring nature and took to him. When the dragon was small, Rolf took it out to scout the flat lands, despite the risk of wild animals. They had many close calls while Forge was still stuck on the ground. When they could ride and fly, they were known to charge through the fields, fending those same wild animals away from farms and smaller villages.
PERSONALITY—
A shockingly congenial person. He has a certain zest for life, enjoys drinking and is often smoking; both habits he will aggressively offer to share with those around him. He is vaguely benevolent, and fairly generous, his simple tastes making greed useless to him. He is also a man of great energy, always active when he can be, with a healthy thirst for adventure and daring.
TALENTS/SKILLS—
Swordplay
Charm
Jousting on dragonback
Blacksmithing and metal working
FLAWS/WEAKNESSES—
Impetuous
Sometimes drunk when he ought not to be
Easy to goad into a fight
EXTRAS—
Emulates heroes of old with his armor, and a white silk cape over one shoulder
 Hands have old burn scars from his apprentice days with the smith
 Makes his own equipment, saddle armor etc.


NAME—
Forge
GENDER—
Male
BREED—
Whiptail
APPEARANCE—
Sleek and copper colored, with equally shiny golden stripes. He stands so that Rolf only comes to his shoulders. He's lost the tail that gives his breed their name, there is nothing but a stump left, which Rolf covers with a copper cap, like a giant thimble.
PERSONALITY—
Impatient
Restless
Playful

EXTRAS—
 Lost his tail when he was small, thanks to their ill advised treks into the wilderness.
 Rolf has fashioned a leather and steel whip that can replace it.