<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JoiYKiK.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">NIAL (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059093)</span></span></strong><br/>CG Male Half-Elf (elf, dragon subtype)<br/><em>low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+3;<strong>Hp:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC</strong>19 (touch 14, flat-footed 16);<strong>Fort</strong>+7,<strong>Ref</strong>+8,<strong>Will</strong>+5<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Aklo, Draconic, Elven<br/><hr/><br/>Nial was glad to finally be down the road at last, for the prospect of being caught on it as it became darker was not a welcome one.  There lands were still cold, and it was already making him miss Krysia's company - it had been a hotter welcome than he expected in these lands, but not an unwelcome one to be certain - but now he needed to set his own course and see what he could make of himself in these lands.  With the road branching in two before him, he pondered his path.<br/><br/>Though it would have been more profitable to go where more people gathered, the wreck off the coast had piqued his curiosity, though he privately conceded that there might actually not be much left to find by this time.  Even so, he finally decided to make for the fishing village of Seawal - if nothing else, he could at least get a feel for the people of this land before heading into denser throngs.  Perhaps the people might even find themselves in need of the services of a witcher?  He smiled ruefully at the thought of what the people could actually manage to pay him, but that was a consideration for later.<br/><br/>If nothing else, he did have gold on him, and perhaps he might find a wench to scratch an itch that Krysia's absence had left.  Whilst he was there, it couldn't hurt to go and look at that ship either if there was lack of business.<br/><br/>Raking his fingers through the dark locks of his hair, he spurred the horse on, hoping to get a hot meal before it was time to call it a day; by all accounts, he had been riding so long that it may well be that his nether regions had begun to take the shape of the saddle.