Boog Sammas, Elan Telepath
A dark-haired human wearing a midnight blue cloak and a backpack stepped through the door, pulling it shut behind him. His right hand clutched a staff, and a large crossbow dangled from his waist. The young man was rather nondescript, apart from his sunken, somewhat bloodshot eyes and unusually pale complexion.
One of Joe's barmaids greeted the stranger, and as she started to explain the rules he help up his hand as if to say, 'Yes, I know, all must introduce themselves.' When he arrived at the bar, he turned to face the other patrons and announced, "I am Boog Sammas, a telepath. I seek to practice my skills." Turning and seating himself at the bar, he said but one word: "Ale." Truth be told, Boog had no need of ale, but he found the taste interesting and the price, as always at Joe's, was right.
Boog glanced around the room, and noticed the redhead and her companion. "Could she be one of us?", he wondered. Of all the newmades he had known, he was the only one who didn't have red hair, although if he'd glanced at himself in the mirror, he'd have been surprised to see a few strands had turned a deep, brick red. "But not all redheads are newmade, and what newmade would wear so much armor?" He resigned himself to the conclusion that she was just an ordinary human, although perhaps one with unusual talents.
Boog took a pull of his ale. "Something will turn up...something more worthy of my talents than that house full of vermin. Something will turn up...eventually."