<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/>Arafel grimaces in disgust as he allows the innards and guts of the beetle-like creatures to fall to the floor with a wet<em>splat</em>before shooting an exasperated look at the half man, followed by a grateful one at Val as she conjures orbs of light into being. Part of him feels jealous of her power, wishing he could do the same without a problem, and conjure multiple of the magical balls into existence with naught but a word of power spoken into the air. Unfortunately, however, it was not to be. Still, he had power of his own, and that would have to be enough to carry him through the coming trek into the deep darkness below which might lead to their doom, or the town's salvation.<br/><br/>"Let's go," he said gruffly, placing the torches back within his backpack, and fastening it tight before beginning to lead the way forward. As one of the globes passes over a space before them, his eyes go wide. "I--is that someone? It looks like they're unconscious, we have to help them if they can still be saved," he says quickly, rushing forward to check the body.<br/><br/>It would be a miracle if anyone from the previous expeditions was still alive, but he could only hope. It was a slim thing, that hope, that they could save a soul before it slipped into the darkness of death, but was that not precisely what they meant to do with Professor Khonnair? If he, perhaps survived, it might mean that others too had, and each one would be a spark that fueled the will that remained in the town of Torch. A few words meant to rouse the form left his lips as he hurried forward, and he gazed, hoping to see some sign of life, or at least recognize who they were.