Thomas Rankin

With "The Window" destroyed, the party takes a moment to rest and assess their surroundings.  Having seen the group in action and finally having a quiet moment to speak, the disheveled male that was found hooded and beaten clears his throat...

"Ummm... Thank you.  I think I should start by saying Thank You.  I'm not sure how long I've been down here, and honestly, I was starting to give up hope of ever leaving.  So, Thanks for saving me."  He looks quiet uncomfortable for a moment.  He lowers his head. As he begins speaking, he does not really address anyone in particular. 

"No one has ever really saved me before."  Looking down at the borrowed armor and weapon, "No one has ever trusted me before.  Bouncing from boarding school to boarding school as a child, I never really made much in the way of friends.  Even when I was drafted into the Army, it always seemed like I was kept at arms length.  The distance was my armor, and the solitude my shield.  I've spent most of my enlisted time alone, studying in one library or another all across Taldor.  And that same solitude is part of the reason I am in this mess.  You see, as is customary for my commander, I was told to find something to occupy my time.  There were some grumblings in Oppara of strange tales coming from this area.  Partly from curiosity, partly from boredom, I came north to see what the grumbles were about.  I guess I made an easy target for those bandits.  Ok... so they might not have been 100 giant kobolds... Anyway, what I'm trying to say is Thank You.  I owe you all.  I'm not sure exactly what brought you here or what your mission is... but seeing that I am in your debt, I will aid you so long as you will have me."

"And if along the way you guys could help me find any of my gear that the thieves didn't take, I would appreciate it.  Hopefully we can find my books and my whip.  Oh, and I guess I didn't tell you my name.  I am Thomas Rankin, and I am truly in your debt."