<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> 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/>"Parda," the word escapes Arafel's lips as he sees the woman's broken body lying flat against the ground. Close up, it was obvious she was dead. One more they couldn't save, one more that had they maybe been fast enough, had they begun this expedition sooner, had they simply stopped her from joining the expedition led by those thugs. She was lost from the world now, and as Arafel kneeled beside her cold body, a single, gauntleted hand ruffled her hair. He had known the woman, flirting and playful in life, now cold as the barren ground she lay on.<br/><br/>His teeth gritted between his jaws, and he could feel the sting of tears begin at his eyes, but he fought them back. She had been full of life, exuberant and ready to take on anything that the world might throw at her. And yet, she had thrown her life away needlessly. He had met her a number of times, and even mulled a mug of warm ale beside her at one of the local taverns a time or two. It was unfair that she be taken from them so quickly. He still remembered the day when she had come to him, her eyes bright with the light of adventure, and told him that she was going to find the origin of the violet light that had stained the sky. He had thought it naught more than a mere fancy then, but to see her now brought the hard truth back to him.<br/><br/>"We need to let them know she's gone. Give her a proper resting place." He breathed in deeply, his words resolute and brooking no argument. "She should not be left here. She would have hated it. She deserves a place where the sun shines and the wind breathes softly upon her as she rests." He looked up at the others, eyes adamant. "We need to go back. We'll take her with us. After we've taken her to the Temple of Brigh we can return here. It won't take long. But we need to take her back," he says, slowly, gently picking up her body in both of his arms before turning his back to return the way they came.