<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/Vadimirin/CharImgs/Monstrous/1342192662505.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">M’iaq</span></span></strong>,<em>Male Catfolk Brawler 1/Rogue 1</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=510793)<br/>HP:17 (Current: 13)  AC: 19,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 14,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br/><strong>Fort</strong>:+3<strong>Ref</strong>:+8<strong>Will</strong>:+2<br/><hr/><br/>M’iaq listened as the other survivors pitted their strategies of escape against one another, taking each into consideration.  Aravashnial’s destination lacked enough substance to pique his interest; the library seemed to offer little in the way of protection and seemed as likely a place for a rescue to become a deathtrap; that on top of the fact that the man’s blinded state hobbles any advantage of familiarity it could have given the group.<br/><br/>Anevia was next to speak and her experience within some parts of this structure was at least reassuring, even if they offered little value in their current location.  The destination of a small home out of the city’s core offered some additional measure of reassurance.  Depending on how long they spent working their way out; being in a low-profile safe house could prove to be a boon.  Chances were any sort of opposition they would find defending such a location, even in the short-term, would be minimal in the form of opportunists and scavengers.  Her desire to find somebody dear to her amidst this chaos also struck a chord with M’iaq’s past.<br/><br/>The conceited tone in Horgus’ voice instantly turned the catfolk off to the pompous noble.  While his fortress seemed the safest option, it would likely draw just as much attention.  If there was one thing he learned in his former life, it’s that traps and other such defenses may deter the common rabble, but it also served to draw the attention of those who enjoy a challenge.  The trouble that his manor would attract would likely be a hundredfold more dangerous than some inconspicuous cottage.  Of course, M’iaq holds a particular disdain for nobility and the last thing he wanted to do was to put such an arrogant man in a position of power over him.<br/><br/>M’iaq would inspect the fallen knights to see if he could discern any sort of significance from Horgus’ suspicions as he considered the options.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Take 10 Knowledge Local=15 to detect anything of importance in the knights’ choice of gear.<br/><br/>(If take 10 not allowed, rolled a 4+5=9)<br/></div></div><br/>M’iaq would nod in gratitude towards Anevia and Arlais when they announced their preparations to deal with the darkness.<strong>”Right, in that case, it would be best to take advantage of our resources while we still have them.  We can decide where we want to go when we reach the surface, but I must admit I have a particular affinity for the inconspicuous safehouse that Anevia’s cottage offers.”</strong>He would grimace in empathy at the sight of the woman’s broken leg being tended to before turning his gaze towards Aravashnial’s bloodied face.<strong>”It might be best if Anevia served as Aracashnial’s eyes while he, in turn, serves as her crutch; that way those of us who are still in good fighting shape are able to do so more easily.”</strong>As he spends a moment to check his own person and belongings one last time in preparation for departure, one last detail would dawn on him.<strong>”Oh, my name is M’iaq by the way.”</strong>