<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b6/dd/54/b6dd54938b7d32602cbe5f38d9b5bfda.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Araun Syolkiir</span></strong><br/>Neutral Good Wood Elf Ranger<br/>Level 1<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12;<strong>Hit Dice:</strong>1d10<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14;<strong>Proficiency:</strong>+2<br/><strong>Init:</strong>+3;<strong>Speed </strong>35<br/><hr/><br/>Araun beheld the traveler draped in a nondescript brown cloak. He could guess they were not a child, yet they were about the size of a human or elf of ten summers. When the wanderer answered, he could finally tell it was a woman underneath the hood, a lightfoot with cold eyes and a gaze that was likely hardened during her travels perhaps. A smile almost came to Araun when he thought back to the halfling woman he knew best many years ago, but didn't let it show.<br/><br/>"Many walk these roads miss, traders, caravans and travelers alike. If your friend came this way, no doubt they passed through Greenest, or are still there. The town is still many hours on foot from here, especially on an empty stomach. There is a good spot for camping up ahead where travelers usually rest. You can use that if you will, but do not tarry long lest night find you outside of town." he spoke, trying to sound friendly but also giving a hint of a warning. Just in case he would keep an eye on the traveler, in his experience, halflings often meant trouble, either directly or indirectly.