<div class="floatright">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs12/i/2006/334/5/1/Sketch_for_Sorcerer_by_ElaineX.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Eli Enwood</span><br/><strong>Hit points:</strong>9<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong>13<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>11<br/><br/>Eli took a final look back at the wilderness that had housed him on and off for much of his formative years. He stood and thought for a moment debating if he were truly ready to travel back amongst men. Then he cocked his head to the side thinking to himself, that that also meant being amongst woman. As quickly as that the debate in his mind was over and he turned his back to the wild heading towards the small town resolved to archive what he had set out to do learn to harness the power of those mighty scaled tyrants that had seeded his blood with magic, and use it to benefit those that would run from the lizards.<br/><br/>The resolve was only temporary however it seemed. As the sun began to set under the blanket of the horizon and right before he had entered the town limits he sat down in the road looking at the squat buildings. It was a subtle fear he began to realize, that gripped him quite firmly. If you had asked him the average flight pattern of the Adult Blue dragon he could give it in a heart beat, but confront him with what to order at a tavern or who to talk to about a pair of traveling shoes and the answer seemed more distant then the gaze that covered his contemplative eyes as he blocked the road.