A cloaked elf at the boatman

Would try to evade just enough to only let her touch him. Then chuckles with a crooked grin. T' say that love n' fishing every trick ya got is acceptable.. N' I'm one ahead of ya. Gets up with a grumble-chuckle and reaches for another rod.

Oh ho...so true. Oh I came so close to grabbing your ankle to trip you but that would be so mean to do to such an old man. She would laugh and keep fishing.

Eyes her with a crooked smile. Ya never would have succeded.. I might be old.. But I'm fast. Grumbles a bit as his knee locks for just a moment when he bends to pick up some bread.

She would chuckle. Mmhmm sure ya are old man. Lets see how many fish you can catch. If you don't scare them all away.

Listen Missy.. Eyes her.. lets make this interesting eh.. Lets see who caught t' most by t' end of t' day.. using only ya hands. Puts the rod back on the ground with a taunting smile.

She would laugh. Only our hands eh? Well I know you would win that since your a lot older than me and have more experience.

In handfishing.. looks at her. Maybe this is my first time eh? maybe not.. but if ya're afraid t' loose.. It's a'right by me. Picks up the rod again and puts on some bait. then he looks in the basket to see whats in there.

Always expect to lose at things you have never tried. And I do expect to lose at that. She would smile.

Never expect t' loose unless ya tried n' know ya limits. Throws out the hook and finds his pipe.

She would laugh. Always expect to lose, one should never expect to win at everything.

If ya always expect t' loose, ya don't believe in ya'self, n' thats a sad thing. Don't expect t' loose.. but hope t' win. grumble-chuckles.

The days that follow, the bench in front of the inn is empty.. Amar is nowhere to be found and his stashed up gear is missing. Only the small wooden chips around the bench, shows he was ever there.

Mara would send word to Amar. Amar, wanted to let you know all is well. Shadowdale has been liberated. You should come and see. I miss talking to you my friend. She sends it with a messenger.

The messenger returns, and Amar shows up the following day. As he walks the streets of Shadowdale a grumbling and a few grunts now and then escapes him. he takes place on a bench in front of the inn and starts smoking his pipe.

Walking around in Shadowdale in the days that follows, Amar lends a hand where it is needed and takes part in conversations giving advice and short tales of his life.

Evenings and nights, Amar sits at the campfire next to the inn in Shadowdale, he have started up carving again and the piece of wood he is working on begins to take form of a pipe.

Mara would seek him out. Glad you made it. Was beginning to miss ya old man.. She would wink then laugh.

Looks around with a short grumble. Seems like Ya're way t' busy t' miss anything.. I saw Tae.. So he made it back eh?.. Short smile. Ya must be very happy. Takes the wooden pipe, letting his hand feel the flaws in a gliding motion, then cuts away a few chips.

She would smile. We will see how long the happiness lasts this time. Its good to see you again. Yes I have been busy. The ground where the temple used to be needs blessings daily. I have been going there about three times a day to bless and consecrate the area. What have you been doing lately? I hope you can stay a while. She would push hair out of her face and sit a while with him to talk.

Nods a bit as he cuts off another chip of wood.  Must be taking its toll on ya, t blessing part..  three times a day.. Ya're a tough lass..  I'll give ya that.  Small crooked smile as he takes away another chip. N' for meself..  Just wandering.. I needed t' get my bearings around here once again...  

Stay a while..  He would look at her with a questionly expression on his face. Here in Shadowdale?

She looks to him. Yea...why not? I know its not Myth Drannor but we could use your help. She would laugh Not sure what an old man can do. She would wink to him.

Grumbles a bit. Shadowdale just as good as Myth Drannor I ya ask me, Always like it here.. If ya looked past t' zhentarim. Grunts. Though I ain'tsure what t' help with.. Helping hands seem t' swarm like flies round' a badgers droppings. But, If I'm needed.. I'll stay untill I ain't needed no more. Shrugs. Then we'll see what t' do next. Starts to make the hole in the stem of the pipe, blowing to test it now and then.

She would smile to him. I'm sure there is something that you can do. Not sure if you know anything about farmin? These farmers could use some help. We want to make sure they have enough food for the winter.

Grunts. I aint know nothing 'bout farming But I aint 'fraid of a bit of hard work, might even learn a thing or two, eh? small grunting chuckle. Might even teach a few of em t' make a snare or somewhat.. a bit of game never hurted if ya needed t' keep ya stomach full.

Lending a hand where he is able to during the day, Amar sits at the campfire during the evenings, making twine for snares and other uses, grumbling a bit now and then when some of the farmers nod in his direction with a smirk, reminding him about his lack of skills in the fine art of farming.