<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/HalfOrcTraveler.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Roan Sawyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13145997#msg13145997)</span><br/><strong>Half-Orc Barbarian 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 15 / 15<br/>AC: 15<br/>Init: +2<br/>Saves: +5/+2/+5/-1/0/0 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<hr/><br/>When Miranda leaned toward Roan and shared her warning, the Half-orc's brow furrowed. He seemed obviously lost. What in the blazing fires of the Hells was she talking about? Solaris? Shadows? Champion? Before he could make sense of it, though really he started thinking of the time he beat three seasoned woodcutters in a race to fell the largest tree back home... he heard Lena's protest about an investment.<br/><br/>"Aye, you call it an investment and I call it a loan." Roan laughed heartily to Lena. He quickly settled to a sly smile as their Elvish patron-lady, Talia, droned on. Booze and whores? That's a party. But he hadn't a drink all morning, or the day before. She could think of him what she'd like if it served his purpose. What he certainly could respect was the fire she conjured despite her worry. Roan did raise a brow that her party had tracked a drake into the Ghostwoods, however. Quite the kill, if it wasn't rotted or scavenged by the time they found it. When she finished and asked they meet back in an hour, he simply swung his axe so the head was to the ground and leaned it against himself. From the full pack on his back, he reached and pulled a wrapped ration and took part of the hardtack bread and a cut of dried meat, stuffing the rest back into the pack. He was ready for the rest of them.