<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/orc_by_yy6242-d7sdciz.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corrag</div><div class="spoiler_body">Corrag, Half-Orc barbarian (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=995773)<br/><strong>HP</strong> 14   <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15 - <strong>touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 13 - <strong>CMD</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 <strong>Ref</strong> +3 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5<br/><strong>Rage:</strong> 6/6</div></div><hr/><br/>"I like how you talk like it was your idea all along," the barbarian chuckles to Arafel. or it could be a growl. The smile could be a snarl. Hard to tell with a face like that, but the lack of an axe being applied to Arafel's body is pretty good reassurance that the half-orc means it in a good natured way. Corrag folds his hands together, resting his chin against the knuckles for a moment as he mulls things over.<br/><br/>"So far, I have no cause to mistrust any of you," he glances at Kythera sidelong, "...even the one with bad aim." Another rumble that could be chuckle or growl. "I was going to go below either way, after I'd heard. So. Good to have company."<br/><br/>He rises from his chair, tipping back the last of the ale in his tankard. "Let's go ahead and talk to this priest, then."