<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/VoOvm3H.jpg?1)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">VALDIS WINTERHORN</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=985329)<br/><em>Darkvision 60 ft.; advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep</em><br/><strong>AC</strong>17;<strong>Hp:</strong>30/30 (<em>aid</em>spell; 8 hours)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcasting</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Save DC</strong> 14; <strong>Spell Attack</strong> +6<br/>2nd (1/2) - <em>aid, moonbeam, misty step</em><br/>1st (3/4) - <em>ensnaring strike, protection from evil &amp; good, speak with<br/>              animals, thunderous smite, wrathful smite</em><br/>Cantrips - <em>booming blade, green-flame blade</em></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Valdis didn't crane his head when he heard Traven outside, nor react much when Harron noted in delight that his other companions were returning - at least that much was to be expected given the bedroll count in the cave.  If nothing, he felt a little disappointed.  To his mind, at least, Harron had seemed to show some promise as an individual.  But now that he thought that he'd be gaining the upper hand with the remainder of his company returning, he seemed to revert to type.  Admittedly, he had admitted this was who he was now, but it didn't quite soothe things over in Valdis' mind.  More so, with the right words, he might have been more inclined to be convinced; now it merely seemed as though he was going to be press ganged into the matter.<br/><br/>Standing up, he made a mental note to thank Traven for giving warning, however unwittingly, rather than be caught unawares - at the very least, Valdis felt he had a little time; a group of ruffians returning out to have made a goodly amount of noise, especially considering there were corpses in front of the cave.  Turning, he took a quick glance at the girl in chains.  "Do you have a name, my lady?" he sighed almost resignedly, drawing fingers through his red locks - what came next was likely to be a tedious matter.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll result 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=97427)</div></div><br/><br/>Whatever the girl said, or didn't, didn't have much bearing on what came next.  "Regrettable," he murmured, drawing his sword from where he stood.  "I was hoping for a matter that revolve around further bloodshed, but since it seems you're hoping to bring the matter to a head by force of numbers..."<br/><br/>"Draw your sword, Master Harron." he commanded firmly as his own sword cleared his sheathe.  Perhaps the time had come to test Harron's claim to swordsmanship...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: Combat Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Valdis will ready an action to attack Harron as soon as his sword is out and on guard.<br/>Attack roll result 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=97428) and 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=97429) (I'm almost certain neither will hit, so I didn't bother rolling for damage, lol)</div></div>