Aaron Nestal - is a 29 year old Human, standing about 6'4" with a lean build.  He has trained with his father, a captain of the guard in Holderness.  While growing up, he would watch the caravans come and go, one in particular, led by a cheerful dwarf, as dwarves go, named Kestick (former leader of Nadarresh's caravan, now deceased)  In the company of his father and the dwarves and the guard, he himself became a guard at the age of sixteen, training in basic duties until he himself gained a solid reputation by the age of nineteen on his own.

He then spent three years then traveling and training with the Dwarf Kestick and his caravan group where he befriended Kell, Nadarresh and their Father Aidan.  Kell and he had much in common but it was always Nadarresh who kept a smile on his face, always trying to do right by his family and gain the respect of his brother Kell.  He parted ways with them while in Brix and continued onward to holderness where he spent his time as a guard.

Hearing about the death of his friend Kestick, was a tough blow but tales of a Dragonborn or rather "lizard-man" who slew a dragon and adventuring with a half-orc, Highelf, a wood elf as well as several others doing good across the area.  He decided to go to Brix and check up on his friends and pay his respects to Kestick who hailed from Ingrin.  He plans to go there, setting off near the middle of winter, which has seemed to be just a bit harsher than normal.  He will most likely pass through Fey Fields.

Moving towards Fey Fields yeilds a pleasant surprise to Aaron. The climate seems far fairer than the season would dictate.. moving from snowy woodlands to near mid spring in almost a half days journey. Arriving in Fey Fields is anticlimactic however. The town appears no more than a group of farmsteads and a few shops and one inn. Still Aaron is wiser than to believe his eyes. This is gnome country and each forested hill is likely a great hall hidden from his eyes.

While making use of the available accommodations Aaron overhears two old men gossiping about the elves dragging a plague-fouled swamp walker (lizardman) east to the druids. Following a hunch he travels east to the grove rather than to Ingrin. At the grove he comes upon the sorrowful sight...

We barely knew thee.