<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br/>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br/>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br/>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br/>Perception: +3</div></div><br/>The pace of the group's travels were unfortunately dictated by the presence of the massive Warforged known as Bear, a priest of Boldrei if the holy symbol carved into his chest was any indication. Rather an odd thing to meet a Warforged priest, even moreso than meeting a Warforged mage, let alone one as old and weathered as Bear. He'd been quiet (as quiet as a six and a half tall metal man can be) during the trip, but would've happily 'reminisced' about Old Cyre or spoken on matters religious or political when pressed. Upon first meeting the others he'd declared himself a protector, and while he carried no weapons and minimal gear, claimed his might and his spells would be a shield for the group, in their 'righteous endeavor to rebuild Cyre' . .  or something to that effect.<br/><br/>Once there were let into Oleg's trading post the Warforged ducked his head down, jaw dropping slightly in what he had been practicing as being a smile.<strong>"Thank you for your hospitality, though you needn't worry about preparing room and board for me, for obvious reasons. Sad to say that I have not seen any additional troops on the road. Has it gotten bad enough that you need a full troop of guards to protect this place?"</strong>