<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Marano1.png)</div>Katul carefully modulated his breathing as he searched amongst the rocks. He was still on edge, being buried under the-spirits-only-knew how many layers of stone. He knew he was in danger, and that meant being as stealthy and cautious as he could be.<br/><br/>One by one, he extracted a series of leather pieces from the rocks. It seems that the spirits smiled on him even down here - this would serve nicely. He ran his fingers over the material, looking for cracks that would make them weak, or lice or insects that would make him regret placing them against his skin. Finding nothing, he slowly wrapped the cloth around his loins, and strapped the harness, greaves and bracers to his body. He weighed the bone in his hands, smiling grimly. It was definitely a horse's leg bone - surely a sign that the horse spirits still favoured him, even if he could not draw upon their power down here.<br/><br/>He drew himself up to his full height - six and a half feet - and flattened himself against the wall of the alcove as he peered out at the cavern. There were lights, and movement, and he could even hear voices. His captors? Unlikely. If he had been captured and brought here, why would he have been left in a place with armour and a weapon, even a crude one? It seemed unlikely that he could have been brought here from his home without the intervention of magic, at any rate.<br/><br/>He eyed the huge rat that scurried past his feet, licking his lips momentarily. He was hungry, no doubt about that, but not hungry enough to eat raw meat from a strange animal. Once he built a fire, though, the rat's hours would be numbered.<br/><br/>There were more voices in the large cavern, and, Katul reasoned, there was little need for stealth at this point. He strode out past the rocks into the cavern, holding the bone in an obvious combat grip, but resting by his side to show that he was armed but not threatening.<br/><br/>He scanned the cavern quickly, taking note of the elf in the nightshirt, the pale human man, the night elf standing by the central slab, and the woman in ragged clothes. He listened to the first elf introduce herself as Alisandra, and nodded to himself. He placed his left hand in a fist against his chest, then brought it out towards the other people with his open palm facing up.<br/><br/>"Ho there, strangers," he greeted them in painstaking, heavily accented Common. "I am Katul Thunderhooves, chieftain of the Hyena Plains. Have you all been brought here against your will, like me?"