*Strolling near a campfire, Caruthers notices several people lying motionless on the ground. Fearing the worst, he runs as fast as his Taru legs can carry him to the remanants of the fire, combat caster's dagger and Blizzard II at the ready. Arriving at the scene, he notices the tell-tale signs of a bear attack. Empty marshmallow packages and beverage containers are strewn about. "Wait, there are no bears in this country," mutters Caruthers to himself. He sheaths his dagger as a few people look his way. "Heh, I thought, you know, maybe bears or goblins or something attacked," he stammered, grinning sheepishly. Gently nudging a person with his boot he realizes that the people are victims of a long night of merry-making, not bears or goblins. Sighing heavily, he rummages through an unattended cooler and grabs a lemonade, leaving a few gil behind for payment. After sitting down against a rock and catching his breath he introduces himself to the group.*
Howdy. Looks like I missed out on a good time. I'll hang out here a while anyway, someone might need a Warp II.