--<strong>Gorvis "Fennel" Wendelin - Wondering if this day could possibly get any worse.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>20/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>Just when he'd managed to get his nervous stallion back under control, yet<em>another</em>bizarre event would thrust them all right into the center of something clearly much larger than themselves.  Gorvis seemed just about ready to bolt at the sight of this new woman, but something made him stop.  If she was some foul entity sent by whatever force wanted them all dead, then she certainly didn't look the part.  She was more beaten and bruised than any of their number, and twice as bewildered.  Still, looks could be<em>quite</em>deceiving.<br/><br/>He had plenty of questions to ask this stranger, but settled for two.  "Who are you?  Are you a...what did you call it before, elf?  A<em>Keeper</em>?"