<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> 9/9 - <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/>"If you say so," Arafel responds to Val's insistence that she had not been anywhere near the thing. He didn't trust the constructs so much, and he almost had as much mistrust for those who prodded and poked at their innards. Androids were one thing--they seemed mostly flesh and blood, but the entirely metal were another, and he had fought them too often to be entirely sure that they would not rise suddenly and destroy those around them if given the chance. They had done so often enough on the far outskirts of town when the reclaiming teams had tried to get the precious stores of starmetal,<br/><br/>"Regardless, can you tell us anything about the tunnels beneath the town? Did your father say anything before leaving? Perhaps some clue on what we might find there, or how far he had gotten? What he found there? Anything?" he asks Val. After hearing her answer, he looks to the others. "We should also put our heads together and see if there's anyone else we might want to ask about what's happening. Anyone else who has sent teams down, or was part of any expeditions that made it back, regardless of how far they went. We need as much information as possible before rushing in headlong into who knows what's down there." He thinks for a moment, then nods.<br/><br/>"After we've spoken to people, or if there's no one we should talk to, we should prepare ourselves for the journey down below the town. Gather whatever you think you need, buy any last minute supplies, and make sure you're well-stocked with food--I can handle the water supply. We don't know how deep the tunnels go, or where they will lead us, and while we can always make our way back to the surface, I would far prefer wasting as little time as possible. We don't know if there are any survivors down there, and if there are, we don't know how long they'll last, so haste is of the essence. Oh," he looks at Corrag's burnt flesh, the smell of burnt hairs still filling the area around him with that sweet-sour stench. "Let me help you with that," he says, crossing to him, and with a few words intoned he touches the half-orc. Positive energy floods through him, sweet yet cold, and he allows it to flow down his arm and into Corrag, healing his wounds.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cure Light Wounds: 4 HP healed (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4631360/)</div></div>