Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Small Town<br/><br/>Where Alice had been miserable and wet for their whole trek that morning, Trakas had been dry and comfortable from the knees up, swigging hot tea from a flask. He had long extolled the virtues of an enchanted travelling cloak to the younger woman, and as the grey-green fabric of his kept him warm and dry despite the pouring rain, this seemed another day to prove him right. Roland, of course, was quite at home in the rain; the worst it did to the dinosaur was dilute the poison on his spines. The bearded druid stood in stark contrast to the young paladin; where she wore (normally) gleaming armor, he wore simple, deerskin robes, faded  from excessive use. Where her skin was soft and pale, his was tanned and weathered from long years in the wilderness, and it made him look years older than thirty-two. His rough, brown beard, the only hair on his head visible from under his hood, stood sharply opposite to her long, purple hair. Still, though the dull, dark grey of his eyes stood out much less than Alice's bright blues, they showed the same warm kindness.<br/><br/>As the pair approached the gate, the two militia on duty had bristled their spears at the sight of the eight foot tall, reptilian predator Trakas had raised from an egg. Still, when the druid showed his brand, stated his name, and said that the fleshraker was his companion, the men had let the animal pass. Though Trakas Lionheart would likely not go down in legend, for the time being he was well-known in this region. Still, he could not blame them. At nearly 350 pounds of muscle, mottled green scales, poisonous spines, claws, and teeth, and of course, the bright blue eyes that had ultimately given the creature his name, Roland cut an intimidating figure. He was built like a large velociraptor, though Alice had seen him run on all fours when charging prey in the past. Still, the druid was quite fond of him, and the beast seemed as harmless as a kitten when at play with his master; though, of course, she'd also seen Roland behave as one would expect of a green-scaled killing machine.<br/><br/>Trakas stood back as Alice shouldered into the crowd, not wanting Roland to make too much of a stir. He slid a thumb through the strap of his well-worn, well-crafted backpack, magically enchanted to hold much more than it should. For the time being, the druid had left his staff, which he honestly used as little more than a walking stick, in the pack; it would have simply gotten stuck in the mud on a day like this. As the girl came back and hurried him along, the man raised an eyebrow as he read over the flyer. Though her excitement may have been a tad misused, there was no denying that the members of such a nefarious cult needed to be eradicated... but the rumors of where they had been taking the victims disturbed him even more than the reports. The Tomb of Horrors. Few even had an inkling where it was, and fewer still knew any details of what lay inside. But many had heard tales of the place's foul reputation, and the druid was one such individual. The thought gave him chills of fear.<br/><br/>But the thought of being able to bury such a place forever, to seal off such a lair of evil? That thought was much stronger than the fear.<br/><br/>"Look here," the druid said in a deep voice as Roland padded along behind them, "This says that we should seek out Lethiel Loreweaver at the inn; that she may be able to find the Tomb, if a party capable of braving its dangers is assembled. Maybe you should read some time, instead of jumping off as soon as you find a hint at treasure." He grinned and chuckled at that, teasing the girl for her less-than-scrupulous love for rewards. Trakas held the top of the door to the inn, allowing Alice to be the first one into the building before striding in behind her.