<div class="floatright"><div class="reverse">(http://i.imgur.com/tVlStew.jpg?1)</div></div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">NATHAN ORDWALD</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=979021)<br/><em>Darkvision 60 ft.; advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep</em><br/>Acrobatics +7, Deception +5, Investigation +3, Performance +5,<br/>Persuasion +7, Sleight-of-Hand +5, Stealth +5, Survival +2<br/><strong>AC</strong>14;<strong>Hp:</strong>9/9<br/>Rapier +5 (1d8+3); Shortbow +5 (1d6+3; 19 arrows)<br/><strong>Options:</strong>sneak attack +1d6<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Goblin, Halfling, Human, Trade<hr/><br/>Nathan wasn't really sure what the crude weapon the korija was carrying meant, but it certainly did seem a chancy thing to see some form of craftsmanship on it, no matter how crude.  He just didn't really expect a creature like this to actually bother carving in something improve its grip on the weapon.  Since everyone else was heading it, Nathan was reminded that he was going to be alone there with the bodies of the creatures, a thought that send a chill through him - true they were dead, but... well, you never knew what strange things could happen.  Hurrying to catch up with everyone, he stuffed the korija's weapon under his coat and headed to join everyone.<br/><br/>He hadn't really been expecting a seat at the table, but an offer of free food had never found him wanting.  That said, he kept his profile low and avoided too much attention since he hadn't really done anything himself; the others had probably done the bulk of the work anyway.  Nevertheless, it was good to see everyone was merry, and Nathan cheered and toasted when the embarrassed girl ran off.<br/><br/>The half-orc woman seemed to have decided that she would go and see what was happening with the local village witch in the morning, which sounded as good a plan as any.  Nathan might probably join in the morning, but for now decided he would see what circumstance presented themselves before he committed himself to a decision.  At the very least, it seemed the knight was up for the task as well, so they wouldn't be going alone.  He thought about asking around if anyone knew anything about the carvings on the wooden haft, but decided that against it, since he felt it was unlikely anyone in the village knew anything about it.<br/><br/>With little else to do, Nathan settled himself before the fireplace, giving the hooded woman the space she seems to want as he settles his belonging on the floor.  Checking to make sure he still had his little pouch of earth from his home town, he nodded contentedly and removed his heavier coat to allow the heat of the fire to sink in.  "Been quite the day, hasn't it?" he chuckled to the girl.  "And here I was thinking my time here was going to be an uneventful bit of trading."