<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/>Draque smirked at Fern, then began to search the body of the fallen bugbear, turning him over to pat him down.  "Fern, search for anything we might be able to use.  And if you find a lamp, let me know.  I don't think our torch will hold out for long."  He genuinely thought that Miaren had come up with a great idea in using the blankets as a torch.  Draque would not have thought of that (OOC: no survival ranks!).<br/><br/>Then, he got up and glanced down the cavern hall.<br/><br/> "This might be the safest place for the woman.  Bugbear scouts could be coming into the cavern soon, but we know for certain that there are bugbears in the cave.  We could always carry her down with us and try to keep her safe.  Problem is, we'll probably be ambushed."   Draque crouched down next to the woman, grasping her chin and turning it.  "Hh.  How do you continue to live after something like this?"  He sighed, then got up and helped Fern search the room, or if she has not yet begun, does so himself.<br/><br/> "Plan is to keep close.  If we walk in a straight line, we'll be easily flanked.  If we walk in a triangle, no one will be able to flank us."  Draque hated getting flanked.   "If we can manage to wake the woman up, she might be able to give us a lay of the land to make sound tactical decisions."</td></tr></tbody></table>