<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/3um3YB2.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">General Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A young half-elven man dressed in<br/>fine clothes and hide armor.<br/>Longsword and backpack (w/<br/>supplies) slung over his<br/>shoulder.</span></div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Arrian Galrin</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14168811#msg14168811) (Mythweavers (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1590734));<strong>Hp</strong>20/20 (3d8),<strong>AC</strong>14<br/><strong>Passive Perception</strong>14 (darkvision 60 ft.)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Underground cave/chamber<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">SPELLS &amp; ABILITIES</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Bardic Inspiration</strong> (3/3, d6); <strong>Hexblade's Curse</strong> (1/rest) <strong>Hex Warrior</strong> (longsword)<br/><br/><strong>Spell Save DC</strong> 13; <strong>Attack</strong> +5<br/>     <strong>Spell Slots:</strong> 1st (0/4)<br/><strong>Cantrips:</strong> <em>eldritch blast, mage hand, minor illusion, vicious mockery</em><br/><strong>1st level:</strong> <em>armor of agathys, cure wounds, faerie fire, feather fall, heroism,<br/>        hex, shield, unseen servant, wrathful smite</em></div></div><hr/><br/>Arrian flushed somewhat at the unexpected peck from<strong>Ye'me</strong>, almost tempted to let his fingers do a little wandering, but stopping.  Instead, he directed his attention to the body of the half-elven lord on the ground and the contents of the cave.  In reality, he had been expecting heaps of gold coins, like something from out of a story, and so the somewhat meager contents left him feeling a little stung.  "So much for treasure," he grimaced to no one in particular.<br/><br/>"I wonder if they'd actually know," he mused in response to<strong>Gil</strong>and<strong>Temerity's</strong>own lines of thought regarding walking in to elven lands with pilfered elven treasures.  "But then again, perhaps they do have a way of knowing?  Perhaps, then, we don't advertise it to all and sundry.  We could probably drop Alrun's name - what was it he called himself again?  Alrun the Old, enemy of the Dark One?"<br/><br/>Personally, he was itching to try on the scale mail, maybe even the helmet, but he reminded himself that it was probably best not to tempt the ire of the departed warrior's spirit.  At least not without burying the body as<strong>Alrun</strong>had suggested.  Unfortunately he didn't have a shovel, and was at his lowest ebb when it came to magic - certainly he was not going to try to dig a hole with his hands.<br/><br/>"I don't like the idea of dancing to someone else's strings, but really, do we have another avenue.  I mean, I'm lucky I didn't get chunk of rock in me, but heck, we've been through this much, so we might as well stick together - something tells me the old bugger has put us deep in the middle of something big.  Anyways, after we rest up, I can start working on bury the body and maybe seeing to any lingering injuries.  Except those shards; 'fraid I can't do anything there."