<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate(X) Endurance( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>5(10)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>3[6]<strong>CP:</strong>3(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Draken nodded to show he heard Fox but helped the people down regardless. As he listened to their descriptions of Deng's forces he frowned but continued to skin a few hellhounds anyway. He'd said he would make their hide a cloak and he made a point to keep his word. "Deng isn't running. He's got some kind of a plan or mission and somebody is supporting him. The only question is if he's the mastermind, a subordinate, a cats-paw, or a distraction. I fear the last is likeliest; whatever he himself thinks." Spearing the hides on a shoulder spike of his armor, like some barbarian warlord of old, he turned to the people. "Once we leave here make your way out of the city and look for somewhere save to hide. We'll try to take care of the solders and any remain hounds, but our objective is Deng and I can't guarantee we'll get them all. Now then, where did you last see Deng or his men, and where did they seem to be heading? Did anyone hear what they seek to accomplish?"