Name: Beravor
Age: 53 (Slow Aging)
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Equipment: A backpack, a week's worth of rations, small tent, whetstone, bandage x 2, Leather armor, Small wooden shield, A manmade ax, Blanket, 25 meters of rope, Dagger, A saddled horse
Background story: Beravor was born in the region of Eriador to a small family of what seemed like lowly bar owners. It was their preferred patrons that set them apart from establishments, however. The great Dunedain Rangers had always called the Barbed Bee a home and it became a sort of front, or headquarters, for Dunedain affairs. As a child, Beravor loved hearing the tales that the regulars had told and always wanted her chance, one day. As she aged, her life of simply being a barmadien would soon turn to becoming an ranger's apprentice, being passed from ranger to ranger as they accomplished tasks of varied difficulty. From then on, she became a full-fledged member, claiming her birthright that her parents had given her, extended life.
Name: Denether
Age: 51
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class: Hunter
Equipment: A human bow and quiver, a small tent, a backpack, a tinder box, Blanket, 25 meters of rope, Large pot set (one set of three: one small, one medium, and one large pot), Long sword, Cloth armor, A saddled horse
Background story: Denether is a man past his prime with tales of his greatness during his youth in the Dunedain Rangers. His graying hair and wrinkling scars are all evidence of the man's past deeds and length of service out in the Northern Wilds. Despite his age, he is still rather spry but feels that he is due for a retirement soon. He serves a more logistical role for the Dunedain instead of being out in the field, now. Speaking of which, he is currently escorting his deceptively young protegee to answer the summons of the fabled Blue Istari. Otherwise, it would be a long haul for him if he decided to go.
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