Ale in the moonlight

The group's lack of nourishment most likely is what dominated their poor reasoning Tecuani resolved eating his second steady meal in a quaint hovel of a town called Hogwash or something resembling a fine swine or was it a wine? Most likely encouraged by the lovely aire Tecuani found himself in a small rough patch of weeds, he didnt seem to mind anything at all, even Dral's current jabbering, reveveling in the simplicity of their stay.

News soon reached his mead softened ears of bandits and possibly the very shit storm that landed him in this hoole-in-the-forest. The party's consensus reached the peak of pursuing the bandits and the local friend dropped off some extra supplies for the new mission.

Tecuani was quite indifferent towards the townsfolk however over the last day they grew on him and this man he particularly liked; seemed to always be prepared. A light of happiness grew in Tecuani, he was soon to set off with his new friends to aid this quite simple yet kind town and this put not his mind but his heart at an ease.

After the incident in the city Tec found himself in a state of ponderment and this shined a light on a path he felt was only but right to take and help make amends for the guards misunderstanding. He did not expect them nor the city-folk to understand his actions, not even Val. Tecuani's past is tumultuous tending to spill into his present and future life aspects.

Tecuani had been either in deep thought or meditation for the perdominant part of their journey; an exception being their pre-dawn brawl. Tecuani's unease outstretched him from his mind through his bones to his heart... to even his stomach. This left him with a lack of a sense of direction even despite his keen tracking skills with a clear mind. The cloudiness that funneled through his thoughts soon was lifted at Peg's arrival with the supplies, Tecuani was now holding for the group.

He felt a surge of pride and puffed his chest out extra further with this newfound responsibility. Not feeling it tested his strength nor his bravado he still felt a happiness at the fact he was safe-keeping the very potion or random line of rope that'd save one of his companions lives he's grown fond of having around. They were fairly well balanced Tecuani's thoughts tripped on...

Val and himself were good tanks, well armed and able. The wizard has proven to be a match for the sad souls even when he's distracted about what was it? Some voice or something involving a specific tree in a forest of the bitches. Tecuani found the task arduous at best, like most of the lighting-man maddness. Then there's the woodsmen Dral in which he spent some time with, Tec didn't quite understand but appreciated the feeling of similarity in some ways between him and the simple elf. The rogue and the priestess are interesting in their own ways to Tec he went on to himself as if he ever made sense to anyone but himself in his own mind. The priestess even with all her vows and religious paraphernalia she has a bloodthirst for the bandits all the same, perhaps it's an amorale compass Tecuani himself couldn't possibly understand he decided as his thoughts drifted towards the rogue. She was feisty,yet calm and quiet most of the time. She was about to be cheated or taken advantage of which Tecuani admired and at first but perhaps now and again admits to himself a little smile when no one's looking at his fellow drows acknowledgment of his existence, let alone whatever foolishness he's creating.

Enough soon became enough for Tecuani happy thoughts or otherwise and he slumped under a nice shady tree and meditated he felt more confident than he had in many moons