<strong>Garrett Cartwright (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10197)</strong><br/><em>Town Guardsman</em><br/>﻿<div class="floatleft">(http://desmond.imageshack.us/Himg36/scaled.php?server=36&amp;filename=cityguardarchericon.jpg&amp;res=medium)</div><br/>The deeper they went, the more tense Garrett became.  He drew his bow and held it ready at his side, advancing within the magical light the others had prepared and keeping his ears trained for any noise that might try to hide beneath the whistling from the walls.  The guardsman barely gave the strange apparatus more than a cursory glance; he had a bit of a tendency to ignore that which he didn't understand, and broken old artifacts were definitely among them.  He frowned at the collapsed tunnel.<br/><br/>"Well, seems Time ain't been friendly to this place.  Didn't think there'd be anything this far in.  Let's keep movin', eh?"