<strong>Name:</strong>Alexonder Elaliathvan Grant (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=923319)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Stay"</strong>Was said as he saw another dog enter the room. He nodded to the enthusiastic halfling<strong>"Greetings Tobias, I am Alexonder Elaliathvan Grant, and this is my companion; Baelthar"</strong>His right hand reaching out to pet the top of Baelthar's head. Most would get a warning growl from the giant green hound if they attempted to touch him. Toby however did not, the scruff behind the ear was enjoyed and thanked with a single happy bark. There were a couple of reasons for this; the first being that a community of halflings were trusted allies to their hometown, the second being that Toby was accompanied by a dog. He would return Kili's greeting with a nod from under his cloak's hood, his dagger already held a sampling of the curried lamb.<strong>"Yes, it is rather good"</strong><br/><br/>Shadowed eyes couldn't help but widen as the huge man entered the room, observant gaze taking in each detail of the obviously seasoned and grizzled warrior. His curiosity regarding the mithril eye-plate and white streak of hair almost making him ask about it. The Snowlock had his undivided attention as the large human began filling them all in on their task. His interest immediately peaked at the mention of exploring an ancient elven castle. He knew of the High Moor only from what others had told him; a rocky wilderness full of monsters. The promise of such a grand adventure was definitely intriguing, it looks as though his first adventure outside of the High Forest may just end up being one of his greatest. He couldn't wait to get started, that trained patience however prevented his growing excitement from showing.<br/><br/>As the map was sent down upon the table, he would pause in his enjoyment of the meats and cheeses to lean over it. His eyes carefully inspecting it while he sought to commit the details to memory. Distracted from his studying of the map as Jason and the Snowlock seemed to have a bit of a disagreement. He gave Jason a nod of agreement<strong>"How can you trust someone if you do not even know their name? I am Alexonder Elaliathvan Grant"</strong>As the growing tension seemed to subside, he would return his attention to the map. The news of the two other teams likely killed by the Zhentarim caused him to look up once more. He had only heard of the Zhentarim from family members and townsfolke who had(or were) been adventurers. While he had no direct experience with them, he knew of their reputation and was even warned to be careful of them when setting off from his hometown.<br/><br/>It seemed things were quickly becoming complicated as they began discussing how best to set off on their quest. He was confident that he could likely leave the town without being noticed, but it was always better to keep the adventuring party together if possible. Shaking his head<strong>"I agree that a night time barge trip is not a good idea. Blending in with a caravan does indeed seem like the best course of action that doesn't involve us splitting up. History is full of adventuring parties who met their deaths because they were divided."</strong>He was just considering making his own copy of the map in his explorer's journal when The Snowlock picked it up.<strong>"Other than the Zhentarim, what type of hostile creatures can we expect to encounter within the High Moor?, specifically at the site of the castle."</strong>He asked even has he searched his own memory for information he had heard about the High Moor's inhabitants.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge Geography</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-06-16 22:14:37, EroticFantasyAuthor (uid: 43146) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59792)</div></div>