Analore wears powder blue and a variety of greens. When he arrived, he was scratched, bitten, hungry, and practically penniless. His songs aren’t great, his ability to ad lib is embarrassing to everyone involved, and he’s not particularly funny.
His passion for a great story is intense. He seemed most interested in those who did not offer great contributions to the fight but lent what aid they could. He’s a sucker for a great
He usually plays stringed instruments like the lute and mandolin when he can (he only owns a lute right now). His favorite tool in his repertoire, although he rarely plays it, is a recorder.
Analore is a self-described “city elf”, unfamiliar with wilderness travel. He carries no great arms or armor, only a light leather jack and a slim short sword.