<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr/><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br/>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Coming to his senses);</tt><hr/><br/>The elven ranger crouched next to the shaggy giant, sliding his kukri blade across the beast's hair to clean the blood off of him.  Then he spun the blade around and rammed the tip of the blade into it's throat, just to make sure that the thing was dead.  Unsheathing the blade from the giant's mortality, he once again went about cleaning the blade.  He stood up slowly and glanced at the three women.  He licked his lips gratefully to the divine elven gods for making him look really good in front of them.<br/><br/> "We have to come up with a plan," he said in a hushed tone.   "I feel like the guy who outsmarted the cyclops by telling him he was nobody, but I never got to the point of telling him that I was nobody.  Our friend... a bugbear, not a giant, from the looks of him... has more friends in the cave."  He sighed, sliding his blade into the scabbard.  Draque spoke Goblin, so the words uttered by the creature were easily identifiable to him.  "And... he asked them for help."  He sat down on top of the dead bugbear, slapping the thing's bulging manhood with his knuckles.   "Bugbear's don't have it too bad," he remarked offhandedly.   "Look at the size of this thing."<br/><br/>He bit his bottom lip, hating to be the bearer of bad news.<br/><br/> "Bugbears hunt in packs and they can see in the dark," he said.   "And..." he said slowly, looking at Fern,  "the really big ones can't be flanked."</td></tr></tbody></table>