[color=0054a6]Varya Chandrar[/color]

Varya looked upon the ruins of the town known by the locals as Fanghorn, torn apart by some great calamity. A graveyard of burnt rubble with mossy crumbling walls as its tombstone. He first thought that the town was destroyed by a great conflagration, but something wasn't quite adding up. The great vines that choked the city streets grew too numerous despite the severity of the scorching, and it grew in unnatural ways and angles. Perhaps something more unnatural was at work here. As they walked across the wreckage, at the other side of a stone wall lied a large camp of who were no doubt the former occupants of the once great town. Families, poor, starving, homeless. He can only imagine how great the loss of life was. Varya became melancholic as he bore witness to human suffering, and heavy was his heart to see the humans lying outside their own walls. Had he not a mission to fulfill he might have considered helping these poor people in whatever way he could, but alas he must press onward. As an elf who loved indulging in all the finer things in life, he despised poverty, and it sickened him to see it effecting others by no choice of their own. Why were the King's men so few here he wondered? No doubt many would be at the border in case of war, but dire indeed must the kingdom be if it cannot afford to help those who are in need of it most. Save for a sorrowful look, he kept his composure as he traversed with the others. He had too. 

The group was stopped by three malnourished children and a woman in a similar sorry state, begging for food. Varya looked into their eyes, he saw great pain in them, and it hurt his heart. Varya was overcome with pity, and stepped down from his horse to give them most of his rations, fruits, cheeses and breads. Varya's earthing spell significantly reduced the amount of food he needed to get by, which had come in handy countless times in many situations, and was of great use during his scouting missions. It was obvious these humans needed this food much more than him. It was the duty of the strong to endure what the weak cannot. [color=0054a6]"Here, have these. If you have any leftover, share them with your closest loved ones. Don't let them go hungry tonight. Take care, and may your fortunes change for the better."[/color] He gave a small bow of respect before mounting his horse and riding again. After they had passed the poor villagers, Varya rode up next to Erwin. [color=0054a6]"Sir Erwin, if I might ask, do you know what happened here?"[/color]