<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>25/30 (<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/>As much as Valdis wanted to go and comfort the prisoner, the situation wasn't as easy as he wished – with her still bound, she was doubly an easy target if things went sour.  Although he had spared Traven's life, he was still certain the man would side with his chieftain if things came to confrontation.  Allowing Traven to pass by, Valdis went to join Harron at the fireplace as he put his sword into place.  Part of him still thought it easier just to simply loose sword and spell and be done with it, but his travels had taught him that circumstance played a large in a person's life and that death was a punishment too easily administered and often harsher than required.  For now, at least, he was determined to take Harron's measure before coming to decision – that the girl hadn't already been raped was indication, at least, that there was some measure of restraint.  Or he had come early.<br/><br/>"A story I'm very familiar with," assured Valdis as he warmed himself by the fire, politely refusing the meat of excuse that he was not hungry just yet.  "Money and greed will often do that to a man, though, for myself, I have merely chosen to walk my own road rather than be beholden to others.  What of you?  I'll wager that you once had stations better than skulking about in caves in the company of ruffians."<br/><br/>Whilst he spoke, Valdis looked about the cave to see what manner of life these men led – Harron seemed to aspire to something, at least from his words – but was there any evidence of something other than a bandit's life in this cave to corroborate that?  He also casted a glance at the girl, wondering how to expedite her from her dilemma and into safer environs, though he was beginning to wonder what trouble she might cause – whatever their faults, he had reasons to suspect that these men had rightly identified a spitfire when they saw one.