Boko

Human wizard (caster level 12ish) from the Sand Jungles. Boko is certainly a strange man, covered in tattoos from head to toe which double as an emergency spellbook. He wanders where he pleases, with few cares in the world. He was captured by Orcusite Goblin in mid 1789E, and taken to Rappan Athuk. There he raised hell, using his magical tricks to torment his captors. Eventually he was left to rot, when the Great Downward found him.
As a reward for rescuing him, he took all the arcane casters in the army on a two week field trip, detailed below. He has since left the Dominion but promises to return "when the time is right, the wine is good, or the money is gone".
"Everyone here? Do a count please"
"Seventeen sir. Could we slow down a little bit? Some of us aren't used to the outdoors. Or all this Dwerfater-cursed rain"
"Easy friend. This as good a place as any to stop. Look, see there"
"I don't see anything"
"Too long in a city, Mr Zarosh. Too long looking at what things tell you they are, not what yah see for yahself"
"Mr Boko, it looks like there's a swamp lion behind that bush!"
"A good sight, Miss Gia. This rain must be rotten through if even a swampy is looking for shelter"
"How did a swamp lion get all the way here?"
"Easy Mr Zarosh, it walked. Walking is cheap magic, but it is effective."
"Alright I suppose, what is it doing here then?"
"Who is to tell it what to do? Yah walked here too! When it all gets this damp, a swampy would not be wrong to say this whole forest is a swamp. It is probably looking for some caves to make a den, so it can attract a female in spring. One thinks it will go back north when summer hits"
"Think there's more around?"
"Nah. Swampys are solitary and like long walks. I think they are pretty together creatures. They know what's important. Yah sound afraid, friend. Why? It's all the way over there and it is a scavenger, it doesn't eat living things. Why worry?"
"I just find it scary, is all"
"Yah fear it. You don't fear what is, you fear what you imagine. The swampy scares you just because it's a swampy. It doesn't have to roar at yah or run fast or no business. It just has to be. Makaquaran, where do yah think we be goin with this? Yah may not know, but yah name is good to say. Like a long afternoon!"
"..."
"For yah being put in the jail for punching a fancy woman in her face, yah a bit shy. Ain't much out here but us and swampy. Give it a go"
"The lion enforces it's will on us. By being, we choose to accept it. We could accept it as a pile of laundry or just a rock, it doesn't matter; we will walk on as soon as the fat gnomes catch their breath. But, we choose to accept it as a lion, and we fear it."
"Easy. Yah have it natural, when yah choose to use it. This is how magic is. For some it is book and scrolls and questions. For others it is something we accept, as something that is part of yah, part of me, part of swampy and part of the rain. Maybe sometime yah need to think if the challenge is in yah head or in the world. Some of yah say yah can't cast this spell or that spell. 
How about this? Put yah hand up if there's a spell yah'd like to cast, but can't. Keep yah hand up if you've actually tried. Yah see? Think about that some"''
"Mr Boko, is this whole two weeks just going to be us walking through the forest while you talk about the rain and self empowerment crap?"
"Aye friend. For some of you, this may be a hint to what magic is all about. Some of you, this may be an excuse to drink wine and get away from the shouty dwarf for a few days. No one is gonna tell yah what to experience. You decide that for yahselves."
"If that's true, then why did we only bring enough food and wine for one week?"
"There's an old farmhouse, not too far from there. Nice old couple, they are holding on to a few old things that were left there. Spellbooks and scrolls and some shoes that are made of jungle bark and feel good on yah feet. Gold too. Swap some of that gold for more food and drink and there won't be any worry"
"What if they've got no food? Or if the orcs got them?"
"What if indeed friend. Maybe yah need to stop worrying about the things in yah head, and worry more about that druid that follows us"
"You mean Drusilla? How do you know she's followin us? We haven't seen her since we left Dejune!"
''
"That, dear elf-friend, is how yah know she is following"