<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/><strong>Divine Sense</strong>4/4 (daily);<strong>Lay on Hands</strong>20/25<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/>The first thing Valdis eyed as he entered were the number of bedrolls lined up inside the cave and compared it to the number of people he had seen.  Including their leader, the total was then five, which left for a possibility that there were still three unaccounted for.  For now, he'd have to stay at the entrance until he was certain that they weren't in the cave somewhere.  Looking over Harron was more of interest to him than the girl - especially since he couldn't help her at present, and he didn't want this man thinking he had a real advantage on hand - he doubted Traven's life was that important to the bandit leader, so it was best to let Harron think that the girl was worth just as much, or rather, as little to him.<br/><br/>Ignoring the girl, who to Valdis' eyes didn't quite grasp the situation she was in, kept his attention focused on Harron.  "You have an interesting way of defining an attack, since, from my perspective it's been a matter of self-preservation - I came looking for shelter and was immediately set upon by one of your bullies as soon as he was out of the cave.  I would have spared their lives, but alas, I have been trudging through these lands, sometimes gnawing on roots or small game and have been of poor temper as of late."<br/><br/>Looking around the cave, and then pointedly at Harron's state.  "Nevertheless, if you would talk rather than fight, then gladly let us do so.  Perhaps we can sheathe our weapons as a conciliatory gesture then?  I'm certain you are a man of means, but then again, I walk in the shadow of greater beings than myself who take an interest in my wellbeing."<br/><br/>To emphasise his point, Valdis thumbed the<acronym title="holy-symbol">pendant*</acronym>around his neck, whilst allowing a surge of energy to wash through him and restore his vitality.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using 5 points of Valdis' <em>lay on hands</em> to restore his Hp by 5.</div></div><br/><br/>"Traven, why don't you take a seat?  I'm sure it's been a longer day for you than you reckoned," sighed Valdis as he indicated a nearby space away from the barrels and crates.  Reaching up, he undid the clasps of his cloak and held it as though in offer.  "And perhaps whilst we're being civil, we can afford the lady here a little dignity?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If Harron offers to sheathe his sword, Valdis will also do the same, otherwise he keeps it out.<br/><br/>If Harron assents to using the cloak to covering up his captive's modesty, Valdis will toss it to him.  If not, he'll just shrug it off and keep hold of the cloak without putting it back in place.</div></div><br/><br/>"Men call me Valdis," he offered with a shrug, leaning against the wall near the entrance casually as if it were all inconsequential to him.  "You needn't stretch your mind thinking about it, I'm sure it's a name you haven't heard before - I'm merely a vagabond who hires his sword out on occasion."