Dove's Silver Marches Campaign
Than sat at the wooden table one of the guard posts in Triboar, his mug filled with the weak ale that was common there. While he rested he thought back to the debacle at Hellgate, the disappearance of Kairi and the treachery of his fellow companions. Time was quickly approaching when he would have to make a sojourn to Silverymoon and squabble over what should be done with the Sacked Druid.
Triboar had not changed much while he had been away and the militia was more than willing to hire him to help train new recruits and lead patrols. Than could never sit still for long and many of the people where growing tired of his tales, some even daring to call them “tall”, others still even proposing him to be the next lord protector. Never had such a thought crossed Than’s mind, how could his tales be tall? He was there in the middle of the action, had the scars to prove it. Than missed the being on road more than he let show.