<div class="floatright">(http://cp12.nevsepic.com.ua/5-4/1358322081-0937099-www.nevsepic.com.ua.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arafel Olandir, Half-elf Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/9 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21 - <strong>Touch</strong> 14 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 11<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +1 - <strong>Ref</strong> +4 - <strong>Will</strong> +0<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +4 - <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>Level 1:</strong> 4/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>A wave of pity sweeps Arafel as he notices the emaciated form of the skulk woman. What kind of deprivation and depredations had they endured? If what she said was true, then they had been here for much longer than was necessary, and would ultimately die in the dark. He shivered at the thought, laying still and motionless so far underground where no one knew of your loss from the world and the uncaring earth held your cold, slowly-rotting body in its suffocating embrace. No, this was no place to die--or live, for that matter, he supposed.<br/><br/>"Sef, well met," he greeted her kindly, attempting to inject some of the empathy he felt for her into his voice. He noticed that the rags he had thought he had seen earlier were not even those, simply belts tied about her to keep her weapons handy. Did she and hers not even have the resource to procure even the barest of clothing to cover themselves? He noted the ribs jutting from her torso, and wondered how long it had been since she and the other skulks had been fed well.<br/><br/>"Let me make you a counteroffer," he said gently, "one that I think will be in your best interest, and that will allow you to save yourself and the few of your people that remain. We will exterminate whatever vermin lay in our way, for we would need to do that anyway, and there is no point in getting paid for doing the things we believe in, so you may keep whatever is yours. You have little enough as it is. No," he pauses for a moment, sucking in his breath as he tries to convince her of his idea.<br/><br/>"Instead, I shall explain to you how to reach the city above through the caves. We have recently cleared out the path, and it is only a short swim to the surface, unencumbered as you all are. Once you reach the surface, follow the main street until you reach..." he explains to Sef how to reach his adopted mother's house, "and ask for Councilor Serantha Olandir. Tell her that I sent you, and of your plight. I will return soon to confirm your words. She will find clothes to fit you and your people, and perhaps even jobs either among the blacksmiths or finding more of the starmetal that litters the countryside. Regardless, we can make sure that you and your people get the resources, food, clean water, clothing, and shelter they need to survive."<br/><br/>He thinks he sees distrust in her eyes at his words. "Trust me," he urges. "There is little to be lost if you listen to me, and your condition here can only grow more dire. There is nothing to be lost and everything to be gained. You might even find for yourselves a measure of peace and happiness above, a place where children can be borne and grown without living in fear of calamity and starvation. We will do as you asked, but leave this place and find a home above in the city of Torch," he entreats her, before waiting for her response.