<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> 6/9 - <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21 - <strong>Touch</strong> 14 - <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 11<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> 4/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>Arafel didn't like this place. If it had been but an inn, he would have welcomed it with open arms into the city as a proper establishment. And sure, it paid its taxes as any other establishment did, but he felt as though on principle he could not condone the its very presence. The townsfolk worked for hours on a daily basis, slaving away at the forges that made the town so well-known, or on the farms that dotted its outskirts. And all of their hard-earned they threw away on this gambling den, coming home to their wives with nothing to show but an empty hand and having gone into debt.<br/><br/>Still, the man who ran its place seemed genial enough, and his manner put Arafel a little at ease much of the time--though tonight his words were ill-chosen. "Corrag was a fine companion. If it had not been for him, we might have been dead twice-over," he chided Gramen. "It pains me that he is no longer accompanying us, but it is an ill thing to mock those not present, and I'll ask you not to do so."<br/><br/>As the man continued talking, Arafel allowed his breath to loosen and his hackles to lower. He usually didn't speak like that to Gramen Ulreth, but the two new folk accompanying them had him on edge. He didn't feel comfortable with them, and was unsure if they would prove good companions. Neither seemed truly motivated intrinsically to help the town, and for all they cared the flame that gave the town its name might as well stay unlit forever. Still, they were what he had to work with, so he would deal as best he could.<br/><br/>"We will accept your wish of good luck, and while I won't take a loan, as there is some chance that I will be unable to repay it, I allow others to make their own decisions," he glances back at the others questioningly to see if any of them wanted to take up the man on his offer.