Bandoal's humble home

[Bandoal]

Bandoal rolled over in his bed drowsily. Sunlight was just peaking through the tightly drawn curtains at the opposite end of his bed chamber. 'I don't want to get up this early' he thought lazily. He rolled over again and this time fell on the ground with his sheets. He quickly jumped up, rubbed at his eyes and tossed the sheets back on the bed.

He went to his plain dresser and threw the doors wide open. He pulled out his pants and put them on. He then donned a green wool shirt and wrapped a belt around his waist. He put a leather vest over the shirt and put his faithful pair of boots on his feet. He then donned his straw hat and sheathed his dagger behind his belt.

"An early morning start, I said," he muttered to himself as he went and opened the curtains to reveal a sun just about at it's noon peak. With a chuckle and a yawn he stepped out into the bustling streets of the city.

[Bandoal]

(Later that day)

Back home Bandoal found a small loaf of bread and a jug of old wine in his pantry. He ate the bread quickly, licking his nine fingers when he was done. He removed his pouch and poured the contents onto his kitchen table. He opened his map of the Tarn region and opened his book of dragons to the first page and set it next to the map. Sipping at his wine and studying the map intently Bandoal pondered about his planned trip into the forests.

'A trip to the druid camp might be interesting, and what is this darker region in the middle of the forest?' He poked the map were the heart of the forest was and quietly decided that was were he was going to go in search of dragons.

Finishing off the rest of the wine Bandoal went to his parlor with his ring of shadows in his vest pocket and his book of dragons in his hand. "Nothing like some quiet reading in front of a fire to cheer me up," he said, planting himself in a rickety rockingchair.

[Bandoal]

Bandoal looked around to see if he had forgotten to pack anything for this long trip. 'Let's see, I have my weapons, my ring, my book and map, my tools and bags, my hat. What else?' he pondered as he locked all the windows and drew the curtains shut. 'Oh! Feder.'

"Feder, here boy!" he called. A small fox came bounding through the kitchen door and into the parlor. It was an orangish-red with a white tipped tail and a white spot on it's chest. It loped up to Bandoal and jumped up his leg. Bandoal picked him up and set him in the front of his vest. "No, I'd never forget you," he said, scratching the fox pup on the head.

With a quick prayer said to Fharlanghn, and one last check to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, Bandoal set out on his long planned trip to the Tarn forests. "This'll be fun, Feder," he said to his fox as he walked down the street. "Maby we'll find some treasure worth keeping." He strode on confidently, dreaming of the treasures that awaited him.

[Bandoal]

Chaos landed next to a small, two story building, on a rain barrel. Enar walked up to the bird and looked in the window. He could see a small parlor, with an empty hearth and a small rocking chair and some book shelves. 'Ah, just the way I left it.'

He went to the door and pulled out one of the bricks lining the frame. Behind the brick was a small key, which he pulled out and unlocked the door.He replacing the key and brick before entering.

The house was quiet, so he assumed no one was home and began to look around. He search for hours, finding nothing to hint at where Bandoal might have gone. Then, something caught his eye, a book on dragons hanging out of one of the shelves.

"So," he said to himself, "you've decided to become a dragon tamer, isn't that nice." He pulled the map of Tarn out of his belt and examined it for a moment.

"The heart of the forest," he said as he walked out the front door. He shut the door behind him and showed the map to Chaos. "Go here, and look for a half-elf in the woods, if you find him, come back here and show me the way." The eagle took off into the sky, circled overhead, and flew off in the direction of Tarn.

"Soon," he said to no one around him, which brought several odd stares from citizens in the streets. He smiled, not pleasantly, and melted into the flow of the city traffic.