Michel had long since passed the time when he might have been chosen 
for a Hatching.  And now, after his 24th year, he had started making 
plans for..other careers.

  He had been orphaned shortly after his birth, and had grown up on the 
streets of Ralengarde.  The only living to make for himself had been that 
of a rogue.  He had learned Juggling, and several other show skills, for 
pocket change, and when times had gotten worse for him, had resorted to 
pickpocketing.

  "Have to find a mark soon.." He thought to himself.  He had been hungry 
for two days, and he was already thin enough for his tastes.  Having 
reached 6'0", he had Bright Green Eyes, and long, red hair which hung 
down to his mid-back.  He carried himself with a grace that would 
surprise most people.

  As Michel walked into Traveler's Rest this afternoon, after the Wraith 
attack (during which he had been hiding, knowing there was nothing he 
could do to help the DragonRiders), He sat at a lone table in the back, 
keeping an eye on all folk who came in.  He saw one woman come in 
eventually, who glanced around the room after ordering a drink.  As she 
looked at him, she stopped, and started walking over.

  "Great, nearest exit is between her and me.  How could I be so stupid!"

  He started to relax, so that me might be able to somersault over her, 
when she arrived there, holding out a hand.

  "Hello, my name is Aleeta." She said.

Michel Lighthand
   Chris Canary

NRPG:  Well, here it is..anything wrong with it?  Should be interesting...