Koradis sighed. Hills. God's forsaken hills, they ran together into a seemingly endless string, and it was getting harder and harder to distinguish one from the next. 'I think so' said the black-haired human. 'I think those rocks are the signal that we are at the right place. It's the only sign that distinguishes the last hundred or so hills from these' he added.<br/><br/>Koradis was a tall human, standing basically six-and-a-half feet tall, and weighing nearly two-hundred and thirty pounds without gear. He wore breastplate armor, and carried a shield and mace, and had the Flame Symbol of Joramy, the Goddess of Fire, Passion, Anger and Heat around his neck. He was well known as a healer, and as a protector of companions, whether it be spiritual, healing or violence. He took his charge seriously. His black hair was curly and down to his shoulders, and his eyes were dark blue. He walked, and crunching followed him underfoot, as his size and girth, coupled with the metal that he wore, inhibited any chance of stealth. He pulled up to his companions that had stopped, and gazed out over at the hill before them.