Taeran

His name is Taeran Raveneyes. He is odd- one of the lost elves, I believe they are called wild elves now. His kind is almost as rare as my own. He sees things that aren't there- or are beyond my sight. He states that he saw my eagle flying in the skies and traveled here from his native woods. Taeran did not know how many days he has traveled, he was following the bird and lost track of time. By the way he is eating the stew I made, I guess it was several days since his last meal.

He makes tattoos of magic. Like runes upon your skin that he says will fade when I use them. One is to give me a greater endurance and is the image of a bear's paw upon my right ring finger. The other is of a bull's horns and is to make me strong for a time. He made the mark upon my left ring finger.

He accepted payment for his work, mostly for the materials used. I also gifted him with a glass bird I made- a raven, most suited for him.

Taeran flies- but not with wings. He says that in his dreams he flies. I do not entirely understand this, but it is a delight to spend time with one of the earthbound who has known the sensation of wind in your hair the sun on your face as you dance in the clouds.

We have agreed to travel together for a while. Taeran says that his spirits wanted him to find me, so perhaps he will help me in my search.