<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> 8/9 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15 - <strong>Touch</strong> 8 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 15 - <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> 2/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Thanking the gods for the return of his sight, Arafel was in the forefront of the party as they continued forward. The enclosure was claustrophobic, almost suffocating as they continued on, and part of him hoped that they might leave these dank caves and once more be beneath the open air and bright sun. However, he knew that this was probably not the case unless they were forced to retreat and rest for a time in town. He was glad that they had laid the orc-girl to rest, and steeled himself to do so with any others they found... though he hoped that they might still be alive. If the Councilor was already dead... no, he could not think of that. Instead, he focused on going forward, his eyes open and peeled for any sign of movement or danger as he moved with careful step ever deeper into the cavernous complex beneath the town of Torch.<br/><br/><em>Another one fallen in the search for Councilor Baine,</em>Arafel thought savagely to himself as a gasp left his throat and he rushed forward. Perhaps this one might not be dead, somehow having been left alive despite the deprivation that would have occurred from being left in such a place for a few days. He tried to recognize the figure, but couldn't from the distance, and quickly closed in on the still person, trying to at the same time find the source of whatever had incapacitated him, but putting a priority on the possibility that they might be alive and need help. He reached for the figure, touching him and trying to make out some sort of pulse or feel for warmth of flesh that would indicate that the figure was still alive and that some healing might do something for him.