<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> 9/9 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21 - <strong>Touch</strong> 14 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<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> 3/4<br/></div></div><hr/>"Councilor Dolga," Arafel's expression is warmer than that of the others, his long association with the council giving him an easy familiarity with those who rule it, not that he felt kindly towards all of them, of course, but there were some that he was closer to than others. While he had spoken passionately before the council about matter that Dolga disagreed with, more often than not they agreed, and tended to respect each other--he, her, if only because she was a councilor, and she, him, if only he was the adopted son of someone else who sat upon the City Council.<br/><br/>His face darkened however when it came to mention of the Technic League. "The Technic League. I hate those guys," he muttered under his breath as their name came up. "We'll do our best, ma'am," he says more loudly. "If we meet any other resistance, I'm certain Corrag will be able to deal with them as he did with this awakened construct," he gestures towards the remains in the corner. "But," he muses half to himself, thinking, "if the entrance is underwater, some of us might have trouble," he looks down at his own armor that would weigh him down, "and I don't relish the thought of spending the last moments of my life gasping for air in brackish water. Plus," he said, dropping his tone more confidentially, "I think the water's what's been causing the headaches some people have had lately. Imbibing too much might be almost as bad, and might well incapacitate us for longer than necessary to bring back the Professor safe and sound--if he's still alive, of course," he said, his face falling a bit.<br/><br/>"Regardless, are there any other ways of reaching the tunnels below the city?" he asks Councilor Dolga before turning his attention to the others. "Does anyone else have any other ideas? Or should we chance the swim? I'm certain that if the tunnel was above-ground, someone would have already found it without it remaining a secret for long. Still," he paused, "if he was able to make it to the metal wall with an expedition, we will as well, and find the same door, wherever it is. From there we can continue as we are able."