--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Feeling slightly peckish.  And nauseated.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>16/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>Though the man really had been asking for it, Gorvis couldn't help but turn away at the sight of the blackening corpse.  A necessary evil, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy it.  It certainly didn't help his conscience any that the smell of cooking meat set his stomach to rumbling, and he just barely suppressed a dry heave.<br/><br/>He glanced back up the road towards the wagon and the pitched duel between the man who had ordered his death and the well-armored newcomer.   They certainly seemed busy enough with their own problems, and while he was thankful for the distraction he wasn't exactly the sort to simply stick around and hope they might prove friendlier than the guardsmen.  Still, the corpse of the other guard might prove to have something useful on it...<br/><br/>Moving back down the road towards the man whose chest had gotten a nice clean hole through it, Gorvis began searching the body over for any more clues as to who he was, who he worked for, or any useful supplies he might have been carrying on him.<br/><br/>[Search Check] 1d20+6= 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25728)