<div class="floatright">(http://i868.photobucket.com/albums/ab247/bloodthief/18111.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Leo Rindz-ra of Thranwall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13147981#msg13147981)</span><br/><strong>Human (Fighter) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 12 / 12<br/>AC: 18<br/>Init: +0<br/>Saves: +5/+0/+4/+1/+1/+0 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leo was a bit surprised at how enthusiastically his suggestion was taken, by Rosie at least, but didn’t begrudge it and was happy enough to be on his way without delay. It was a nice change to how he was use to being taken. On their journeys he brought up the rear of the group, eyes peeled for danger even on the first steps of the road. The proximity to Starfell offered safety, but it was not a guarantee. Overall, it felt good to be on the road with Sora and some new companions, and finding a friendly caravan the first night had been a lovely experience.<br/><br/><strong>  “I hear the mines of Ironmote are plenty big enough for two groups to skulk around,”</strong>was all he offered the drinking mercenaries, agreeing with the others that they should ignore them, get a hot meal and then be on their way.<br/><br/><strong> “I trust you’ll guide us well,”</strong>he nodded to Brannock’s suggestion for how to proceed, as the man had proven himself to indeed know the local terrain. He wondered if this is what Sora’s father had been like when he was younger, a capable, modest man who knew where he was from and never needed to ponder the question further.