<div class="floatleft">(http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y475/kiricrand/Richard%20Blackthorn_zps01qwxezu.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Richard Blackthorn</strong><br/><strong>Location: Outside town heading in</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Fife, Naivara, Braith</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hp: 10/10<br/>AC=12<br/>Spell slots: Lvl 1: 1/1<br/>Spells Ready: Cantrips: Eldritch Blast; Mage Hand<br/>Level 1: Arms of Hadar; Dissonant Whispers<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>The tavern was unusually busy for such a small town, and Richard followed the ladies to a small table, nodding as the musician ordered some ale. "I can't say I know a lot about the area. My travels rarely take me this direction." He gave a sigh as he picked up the glass, taking a sip of the ale. It was a local brew, and was a bit stronger than the stuff he was used to at home. Still, it would pass for this evenings meal. There was a lot on their plate this evening it seemed.<em>Greenest is only the beginning child. The dreamer stirs.</em>The voice echoed in his mind a moment. He shook it clear quickly. Now was not the time to expose that to this group. He didn't know them well enough.<br/><br/>"For tonight I will leave the choice to you. I do believe we should rest here this evening and make our way at the rising of first light. The roads are dangerous enough without having to travel them at night."