Not much is know of Allanon. He is silent most of the time speaking only when absolutely necessary. He spent much of his time in the local tavern alone in the corner, his imposing figure cloaked and huddled of mead. On more than one occasion a local would get drunk and on a dare approach Allanon and ask him to join them for a drink, and Allanon would always refuse. Occasionally the drunkard would take offense and take a swing at Allanon. No drunkard could remember what happened after they took a swing at him and not just because of his own inebriation. When the call to leave town came he silently joined those departing. The other adventures guess that he lost a wife or other loved one and therefore wishes to leave the memory behind, but no one knows the real reason.