Tuan is an ageing Warrior who now lives his life as a Sorcerer deep in the forest.

OK, not all that aged. I have been taking a lot of flak about that lately. Shall we say that Tuan has been feeling his age a bit more of late? Is that okay Sinn?

Tuan lives in a small hut which is heated by a fire, over which swings a cauldron. His meager dinner is ladled from this cauldron once a day, he bakes his own bread in the coals, and keeps the need fire going all year round.

Summer is upon us, and I have been using the stove a little more. That fire can make the hut a little warm when it is 105 in the shade.

Tuan is a keeper of the Ancient Myths and of the Religion of Pre-Roman, Pre-christian, Western Europe.

At any given time, Tuan's Nemeton is inhabited by several beautiful Priestesses and Pagans from all over the country gather in the Sacred Grove to worship the Dark, Old Gods.

Sinnach can't get me on that one, cuz it is unembellished truth!

Tuan eases his aches in a Sacred Spring and speaks with the animals which abound in his forest.

Tuan wishes to remain a hermit and will only accept the most highly qualified of students in these latter days of his life. No CR or GT need apply.