Shane Conway

Shane appears to be a young man of few seasons. His blonde hair has often fallen forward over ice blue eyes as he looks down to pick idly at his lute.

His elven heritage is notcieable in the delicate structure of his face, the slight taper of his ears, and the lilt of his young voice.

Spending any time with him one will notice he is a constant observer. Almost as if every minute detail that occurs is being transcribed and transposed into a great work of art in his mind.

Quick with the blade, and quicker with his wit, Shane enjoys the company of nearly anyone. Any chance to collect new stories, new songs, new experiences.

What passion cannot music raise and quell?