<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 nodded at Mila's words. The Priestess was right. Anan could spy things that no man could from his lofty perch. The bird couldn't give numbers, or much information, but it could tell them if the Bandits were in the defile, lined up and waiting for them. He raised his hands to mouth and whistled sharply, the Bird landing again. Anan spoke, again changing to his natural language, the Brid's icy stare on his face. When Anlaf finished, he nodded, and motioned skyward, the bird taking flight. He'd told the bird to fly over the defile. If he found the men, he was to circle over them. If not, return. Simple enough instructions, and would give them valuable information.<br/><br/>"Lass, you stay to the back. Behind me and the other Archer. There are a lot of them, and then may try to slip around the Elf and the Human." He said, motioning with his head to Lynna and Marcus. "Don't be worried, they got numbers, but I don't think they are much more then opportunists. Once a few of them get feathered, the rest should break and run."