<div class="floatleft">(https://avatars.mds.yandex.net/get-zen_doc/251164/pub_5c5c876156acc900ad34326c_5c5ca36b2e28b400adc85552/scale_1200)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Faru ibn'Jalal</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444604)<hr/><em>Lvl 4/1 Human Honor Guard Cavalier/ Unbreakable Fighter</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>76<br/><strong>AC:</strong>24<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+8<br/><strong>Standard Riding Check:</strong>+9<br/><hr/><br/>Shifting the dead men and their belongings into place was tiring work, and Faru stretched after everything was in place. The big warrior had done the lion's share of the heavy lifting, but it was expected so he bore his task with his normal stoic demeaner. At the princess' question he used his toe to nudge the crooked nose man's corpse. He had seen him at the Green Dragon earlier. "This one saw us earlier at the inn, and seemed to be interested in Tamaa." His tone was flat, but he cast a glance at the archer. "Perhaps my actions insulted him. Perhaps he peddles in flesh; that town had a lack of women it seemed listening to the fool Mouser. Or perhaps he works for the Magi. I hope it not the later," he explained to Aishah. "It would be best to know which."<br/><br/>He knelt down at the small piles of treasure, and roughly dug out two potions. One that they had agreed was a healing draught, and another that made the flesh hardier. "These would be of use in the future for me. May I?" He asked Aishah. He dismissed the armor and weapons as he believed wearing a deadman's gear brought misfortune.<br/><br/>Azzam snorted and pushed his nose into Tamaa's hand and then her breast. The willful horse seemed intent on encouraging her to continue with her attention. His ears tilted towards Faru as he spoke, but from the stallion's relaxed posture it was far more interested in the affectionate woman before it.<br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Faru will take the Potion of Cure Light Wounds & the Potion of Shield of Faith.