<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 (Cold);</tt><hr/><br/>Draque shook his head as he listened to his colleague.<br/><br/> "If it's as big as they say, we can't just whittle it down by striking and running.  In all probability, it'll be able to outrun us.  Besides that, it can probably hit us way before we manage to hit it.  Run in, get hit, run out, get hit."  He reclined back against his chair, snarling slightly at the sight of these aberrations.   "We need weapons with reach and we'll need long-range cover, too."<br/><br/>Then he stood up, drawing out a map from his map case.  Then, moving a few items on the table around, he laid the map out.<br/><br/> "All right, here's Southwark,"  he said, pointing at the city.    "Abduction occurred here." He then pointed to where the women were taken.   "How long do you figure we will be out looking for them?  And how large are the giant's footprints?  And... do you think I can stay in your tent tonight?"  Draque smiled a sort of embarrassed smile.   "I lost my tent again."</td></tr></tbody></table>