<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/b9ZSOPVm.jpg)</div><strong>Jael Ansel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267317.msg13187156#msg13187156)</strong><br/><em>NG Half-Elf Inquisitor 8</em>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1188345)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>47,<strong>AC:</strong>22<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Breast plate glamered to appear as priestly robes.</div></div><hr/><br/>A grunt escaped Jael as the carriage struck the ground, and, for a few fleeting moments, he fought to fight back the darkness of loss of consciousness from overtaking him, as he struggled to try and find purchase to pull himself upright.  Despite the misfortune of the moment and the heavy weight atop him, it was almost pleasant and when Lydia was scrambling off of him, he realised why.  Nevertheless, now wasn't the time to enjoy that particular piece of good fortune and he was quickly pulling himself out of the carriage.<br/><br/>"Are you injured Master Pachski?" he asked of their driver, for the old man had been outside when the carriage tipped over.  Casting a glance at the fallen carriage he frowned; whilst there was certainly cause for railing against fortune as Pachski was doing, somehow the incident seemed to be in keeping with the sinister mood of this land, and was therefore not entirely reason for being disheartened.  Overly much.  Whilst the others tried to ponder what to do, Jael decided to take a look at the extent of the damage to carriage and if it was cause for suspicion.<br/><br/>When Lydia suggested that they might perhaps search for the horses, Jael cast a glance in the direction they had last bolted to.  "It should not be too hard for me to pick up their tracks," he voiced, though his tone indicated he did not relish the idea of wandering the dark woods, though deep down, the plight of the horses did concern him for he did not like the idea of their fate should the run across some undead abomination.  "Certainly recovering the horses should make for a faster time to get to city than by foot."<br/><br/>"Or perhaps there is sanctuary closer by?" he inquired after hearing Grosvenor mentioning something about a mansion as though it were a place they could go.<br/><br/>"Master Pachski, how much longer before the bells of the clocktower toll?"