[Elros Amandil]

TS: Last Cycle of the Last month of Summer, Era XIV. PF.

IC: Elros was back to work, like every other ay of his life. Looking for something. He was a treasure hunter. Looking for something of worth for himself, or that he could sell to someone else. One man's junk is another's treasure, so the saying goes.

Amongst riches, Elros was always looking for something that might give him the answer to his past. He knew nothing of his origins, the only reason that he knew his own name was because of his Visa. Who was he before, would he ever be able to pick up his life?

Elros didn't know the answers to that, but what he did know was how to open his eyes and look. Hense his meaningless job to treasure hunting. This day he started in the early morning. Near the taverns. In his experience if he was going to find anything it would be crowns, scattered on the ground, left behind by clumsy drunks, if they had any money left.

He started by the tavern door, and moved out from there, being very thurough. He looked himself as though he had lost something valuable. This helped on occasion as an innocent by-stander my notice him doing so and help him look for something of vague discription that Elros had thought up.