Arel loves the mountainous hills of his home land spotted with trees down below. Arel has always loved the forests. His father always said he
he got it from his mothers side of the family. He loved listing to the stories carved in stone by his ancestors. They told of great battles and the heroes who
fought them. Great dragons and beasts of old. Mother knew these stories well and would sometimes tell him tales of the War of the beards. Though his father didn’t like to
talk about them. Almost a Youngbeard Arel is seeking work else were and looking for adventure.
Arel is entertained and smiles back. “Well met Human. I am Arel from the mountain clans of Emberhorn.” Says Arel Barklen
Taking a deep bow with his green hood to his chest. “I have traveled far and I am in need of food and rest.”
Standing Back up into his proud posture and securing his hood to a slightly tilted position.

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