another stranger

 One of the half-elves, a rather strong looking fellow, fingers the peaceknots
on his blades, a longsword and scimitar from the scabbard shapes.  Behind his
chair stands a great longbow made of ashwood which peeks above his shoulder. 
He reaches into his backpack, retrieves a lyre, and sits back.  A plaintive
meow sounds before a small housecat jumps into his lap and snuggles against
his studded leather armor. 
     "I go by the name of Carideth... I follow the path of rangerhood.  I'm
here because my adopted parents could no longer afford another mouth, and I
had no village to return to." Powerfull hands clench on the sworhhilts as he
mentions his past. You hear a low mutter, "Wish i was out tracking those
bloody giants instead of stuck in a crowded place like this...."

Carideth

Sage's Desk AD&D