(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/67/11/5f/67115f7efed71000d49bb720f26853c2.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Caladrel</strong><br/>Male old elf conjurer 1<br/>NG Medium humanoid (elf)<br/>HP 6/6 AC:12 T:12 FF:10<br/><strong>Init </strong>+8; <strong>Senses </strong>low-light vision</div></div><br/>Cal has been sitting and listening, he's able understand the general gist of what the dwarf is saying through his thick accent. Though he only understands about 3 out of 5 words. He sits listening to the youngsters sort out a plan of action. Most of them seem to have decent heads on their shoulders at any rate. Though he is surprised by the arrival of yet another elf, with a fiery mane of red hair no less. Though judging from what she said to Kendra she's here for Innoki rather than the funeral. Odd. The girl was energetic to say the least, she nearly clocked him with that catlike stretch when she sat on the couch, but he paid it no mind.<br/><br/>Still, three elves meeting by chance in the backwaters of Ustilav. Unless there's an invasion going on and no one had deigned to tell him, some might call this an omen.<br/><br/>Standing up, Caladrel addresses the room. "Well, it seems we have a plan. Prepare and gather information this night and see to Harrowstone in the marrow. I myself need to prepare some specific spells for that outing. If someone would prefer my assistance with whatever task they have on hand, I will do so gladly. Otherwise I will be going to catch up with the young miss Kendra and aid with her shopping. While I'm sure she would be fine, if whatever fiends that lurk in the old prison have already brazenly entered the town I think some form of precaution should be taken." He pauses a moment to look around the room.<br/><br/>"Thoughts?"