<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Anlaf.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Anlaf<br/><strong>Class</strong>: Ranger, Level 1<br/><strong>Stats</strong>: STR 0, DEX +2, CON +1, INT +0, WIS +1, CHA -1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Other important information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gear: Hunter's Bow, Leather Armor, Dungeon Rations, Hand Axe, Adventuring Gear, 2 Bundles of Arrow<br/><br/>Load 8/11<br/><br/>XP: 0/8<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Anlaf grumbled as he saw Anan, cursing the bird in his own language. It was his own fault, but he'd much rather blame the bird then himself. Either way, it didn't matter. They'd gotten what they needed to know, and the Bandits weren't lying in wait. Anlaf began stringing his bow as the Elves and the Human warrior discussed things. He gave a simple grunt.<br/><br/>"They have bowman among them. The horses and some of the men were killed by arrows, back where they hit the caravan. If they see us coming down the ridge, things would get nasty quickly. They could bottle up on the ridge, and shoot arrows into us until they die. Darkness will be our friend. They've split themselves up pretty well. If we can find em sleeping in their rolls, we can kill them before they can put up a fight."<br/><br/>Anlaf seemed to show no difficulty with the concept of killing a sleeping enemy.<br/><br/>"Pull back behind the ridge, and wait for night. No fires, no light. The fires they have lit will ruin their night vision. They'll be bound to stick to them, which will sillouette them nicely for me an' the singing fellow. Shiny and the Lady Elf chop them up if they try to leave behind their cozy fires. Mila... you stay back here, and patch up anybody that gets struck."