<div class="floatright">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/fetchling_zpspp3tdsb6.jpg) (http://s1381.photobucket.com/user/gary_leon_miller/media/fetchling_zpspp3tdsb6.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Dathnor</strong><br/>Male fetchling alchemist (metamorph) 4/rogue (chameleon) 2<br/>CG Medium outsider (native)<br/><strong>Init </strong>+6;<strong>Senses </strong>darkvision 90 ft., low-light vision; Perception +9<br/><br/>Location: On top of Samuals coach<br/><br/>Dathnor watched the listened to the squabbling group and wondered to himself how the church could expect these seemingly foolish creatures to find the balance for the mistress, when they could not find or understand the simple complexities of the dawn hours. The young elf seemed to be more dandy then adventurer, he had watched many like him be gutted and sold to various members of his occupation as parts or food.<br/><br/>The young women who acted like a entertainer but was far different then any, entertainers who came to the city that he had met especially females always tried to use their appearance to draw more money or subjects, and her disdain for drink left a bad taste on his lips, for who had heard of a songstress who did not imbibe even if that drink was simply a way for the bard to bribe the bar keep.<br/><br/>The Priest was like many of his proffesion loud and full of his supposed conduit to the dark mistress, but like many of the house of excess he had decent wine and as of late decent meat, their sexual celebrations left much to be desired but he had attended a few when his experiments where more fruitful the enlargement potion he tried to develop was a huge hit. Smiling at the memory he reflexively looked around from the top of the carriage, Seeing the large orc climb next to the driver<br/><br/>He knew him from town and smiled Grom the crazy, Grom the wreckless and Grom the Suicidal where but a few of the names for him, Fire was a favored tactic of the humans that stalked the night, set a persons house alight after the truces bell sound, they have two options flee into the welcoming arms of the night hunters or burn to death leaving the rubble to be picked through. Then he comes along and rustles up the volunteer sucide crew to fight said tool. Shaking his head he laughed lightly making a sound like that of  whisper of air had found mirth.<br/><br/>The gorgeous women was least of his concern as she was either a spy and used her beauty to get what she wanted or was a concubine or worshiper's who was looking for a means to an end. No the one of the group Dathnor had ears for what the Dhampher who seemed unlike his kind to not know how to shut up, but as he droned on he grinned finding he was a scythe Dathnor leaned his head over the carriage and into the window near the young women, his cloak and cloaking abilities making him completely invisible to the naked eye.<strong> Yes Sir Scythe but you also forget about our other major trade, that of Healing and enhanced potions and elixirs. As to songs from our area Let me help you with one I think you will enjoy <br/><br/>Perform (sing)17+6=23<br/> <br/>We've got to stand together <br/>If we're gonna make it out <br/>They' will be coming for our flesh <br/>They're coming for our bones <br/><br/>I'm gonna stand with my brothers <br/>Arm in arm and gun in hand <br/>United front we stand <br/>Until to the bitter end <br/><br/>And now they come <br/>That undead horde <br/>The stench of death <br/>That unyeilding mass<br/>Comes before  those of silver <br/>Comes before the light of dawn <br/>in Unbroken lines <br/>unprepeared will  Surrendered their lives <br/>the protect the young will taste sweet <br/>So we pray to the dark mistress <br/>don't Defend the weak” <br/><br/>The world of light you are leaving remember this, the world of muscle, brains and reflex will save you, the scyths are there to keep those with coins safe, those not of thisn the rest are preyed on by them during all bells of the truce. So prepare to defend your self for no one else will, and remember that dark corner you reflexively shiver from that looks empty at first glance, that is your body remembering a time when creatures that ruled the night appeared from places like that and your very being mortal shivers at the memory.</strong><br/><br/>As Dathnor finishes he smiles, making it seem the very air split to reveal a Cheshire cat grin to those in the darkened carriage as he righted himself on the carriages top and pulled his cloak down to reveal his head as he called out to Grom<strong>  Grom I must say it is unpleasant to see you, I heard you where away for a while, I hope your travels where fruitful, I will say that most of your men did their duty excellently in your stead, I do have one question if a fire elemental say was in a forge and was unwanted, would your club be the people to call or not?</strong>Letting a bit of mirth creep into his voice Dathnor keeps an eye on the carriages as he watched the older driver prepare to leave.