<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> 14/16 - <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> +3 - <strong>Ref</strong> +4 - <strong>Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5 - <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>Level 1:</strong> 3/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>A dubious and confused look passes over Arafel's face for a moment at Ryssa's words. He had been constantly dodging, moving and twisting to bring his armor into the best position between himself and the gremlins. Was she a simpleton to think that simply because he didn't run around, that he was paralyzed? That led more questions. Did she think that everyone who sat down for any length of time became paralyzed? What about those who stood talking between themselves for minutes at a time? Was she so stupid as to think that they were spontaneously paralyzed as well? A soundless sigh left his lungs, and he wondered how she had survived for so long without being eaten by something that had been "paralyzed" before pouncing.<br/><br/>He looked over the ratfolk's torso, dubious at the small welt. It appeared far from bad, as thought a night's sleep would make it well, and he was all but certain that much of his healing would be wasted on it when it might be used far more usefully when desperately needed. Still, he had offered, and it was his obligation to do so if he could help. The left side of his mouth twitched for a moment as he realized she expected him to actually touch the bruised area, and he wondered if she had ever been healed before. A word of divinity and a strange gesture later, he touched Ryssa on an armored shoulder, pale light shining from soft fingers, completely healing the ratfolk of all wounds taken.<br/><br/>Once that was done, he finished searching the tunnel with the others before finding the large door, similar to the other they had seen. Finding it locked, he led the others to the Southern passage, and looked upon the door. "I never would have thought something like this exists below Torch," he said almost reverently, brushing fingers along the strange metal. He then looks to the others. "I am ready to continue, but I know that it might not be as easy on others. So I ask; should we return to the surface for a time, to rest and recuperate, or continue on? I would rather not alert any foes to our presence, and leave them to alert others if we can help it." He waits for answers, watching the others' faces.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">CLW HP Healed: [1d8+1] = 8+1 = 9 (http://www.unseenservant.com/default.asp?do=showone&amp;id=57043&amp;macid=6428)</div></div>