<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i.imgur.com/Zd2GjS8.jpg]http://i.imgur.com/Zd2GjS8.jpg[/url])</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bhalar Ahran (http://httphttp://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216140#msg8216140)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Hyrkanian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Horse Archer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Leaky Wench<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elokhat, then Cormac et al.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Hyrkanian shadowed Elokhat quietly, content to let the Stygian manage the interaction with the trio of Nemedians…mostly because Elokhat and ‘diplomacy’ had never been in the same<em>century</em>together, much less the same moment…and Bhalar was passively seeking a fight, even if he would never admit it.  He’d been sent out scouting, when the company met its destruction as a military unit...because, of course,<em>the captain</em>had, as ever, refused to listen to his original scouting reports.  Disaster could have been avoided, if only a fighting retreat had been undertaken…then a charge at a moment of weakness, but of course these barbarians were as swift as a pregnant sow, as mobile as a glacier.  He’d had his horse shot out from beneath him, which might have well saved his life.<br/><br/>After the departure of the Nemedians, Ahran shook his head once in disappointment, then nodded to Cormac and moved to join the others at their table.  Arms crossed over his chest, and the Hyrkanian remained perfectly silent…because in the mood he was in, he might let slip that he did not engage in the hero worship for the late, unlamented leader of the mercenary company…and these fools were so in love with their delusions that they’d probably be offended…which he wouldn’t enjoy.  In truth, he liked the lot of them.  They were very nearly as good as a horse.<br/><br/>Well, a particularly sickly horse.  The intelligence was about of the same level…though, if he were having an unusually honest moment the Hyrkanian would admit that his comrades were at least as intelligent as his kinfolk had been, perhaps moreso, as his kinfolk were very<em>dead</em>.  It certainly wasn’t their fault that Bhalar was a veritable enlightened scholar, for a Hyrkanian.  On a whim, he gave Cormac a thump on the shoulder.  In fairness to the Cimmerian, that one might be useable<em>as</em>a horse.<br/>