<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/c7f1/f/2015/198/e/9/victor_frankenstein_by_huginnthecatcher-d91nhdb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Giles</span></span><br/>Half-elven summoner, 40/40 HP , AC 17, Character Sheet (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qKNivt6DaMiXGileDobhTzdmdqndBBVE0kxdtuTP1_0/edit?usp=sharing).<br/><em>Urgasburg's Prodigal Son.</em><br/><hr/><br/>"We've not yet, no, though this seems a less than ideal time for introductions." Giles answered as he caught up with the priest picking his way through the dark as the Peacekeeper and Iolanna raced on ahead to catch up to the skeletal steeds. Seeing the difference between the Peacekeeper and Iolanna's movements and the priest's movements reminded him that not everyone could see so clearly in the dark as he could. He had half a mind to leave the Urgathoan priest alone and blind in the dark of the thick woods to face the unseen terrors that lurked in wait.<br/><br/>But Giles knew that priests of dark gods held sway over the undead –especially those dedicated to the service of the goddess of undeath – and Giles lacked the power to bring their undead mounts to heel himself, even if he did catch up with them. In the end, pragmatism won out over prejudice. "Take my hand and let me guide your way. " It made Giles' skin crawl a little, but necessity was a harsh mistress. Now that they were in the thick of it, they'd need those steeds to have any hope of reaching Urgasburg or leaving for the world beyond its borders. "Better not to draw the eyes of the woodland's denizens with light. Come, as swiftly as you can."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Giles takes Sislas' hand, slowing to match Silas' slower pace (as the cleric is wearing heavy armor).</div></div>