<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 eyed Fern suspiciously, nodded and, without further ado, accepted her apology.  Then, uncrossing his lithe legs, he spread his knees in an effort to get comfortable on the stump of a seat.  <br/><br/> "Hh,"  he said with mild irritation when Fern disclosed not being in the possession of a bow.  It wasn't that Fern didn't possess a bow that annoyed him, but that he might have to let her borrow his.  Draque glanced at his weapons leaning against the wall, next to Miaren's.  There was a composite longbow and a longspear.  A set of kukris, curved boomerang-like daggers, dangled off the back of his chair.   "I'm a kukri specialist," he said off-handedly.  "But I carry a bow and a longspear with me.  You never know when a longspear will be handy."  He seldom used it like a longspear.  More often than not, he used it as a pole vault or as a balance beam.<br/><br/>When Miaren returned with the sundries, Draque became ecstatic.   "Blankets!" he exclaimed, and then lifted one of them, inspecting it.  It felt like metallic wool.  He slowly set it down and looked at Miaren curiously.   "... Or at least, a facsimile thereof."  He sighed.   "Filled her in, I suppose.  I was under the impression that you filled her in already, though."  He stood up and bundled up the blankets into his backpack (which was largely empty).  Then, rigging it up, he stood up and grabbed his kukri belt and slung it underneath his armpits, so that the handles of those devilish blades dangled at his kidneys.  Then, he took up his quiver and slung it over his shoulder.  Then, he slipped his backpack on.  He slid his quiver and longspear into two slots made specifically for them in the quiver.  The elven dexterity within him permitted him to function regularly with the spear on his back; when he moved, he was very well aware of its presence and adjusted his body always to clear obstacles.  It was an extension of himself.<br/><br/> "All right, ladies; shall we get going?" he asked, tightening his belt and draping the hood of his enchanted cloak over his brow.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>