Heading to the cliff, The swordsman keeps his cloak close around him, wincing every time he hears a tree snap, knowing that any of those could have severely wounded him if he were unlucky. The cliff was something of a breath of fresh air, keeping the rain away from him, and giving him a bit of a dry spot to shake the water and mud off his cloak and boots. Curious as to his new location, Alex looked around slowly, taking in the surroundings, and looking for anything of interest or note in the area.<br/><br/>At 2010-05-18 21:39:39, Changingsaint (uid: 9269) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 11 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15251)