<div class="floatright"><strong>Aran Goldsand</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2371214)<br/>(https://64.media.tumblr.com/4677953f09eccbcb3b77853126721181/64ddc60ad98dd4f7-a6/s500x750/3157d32da4e648a6cefcceafa120adf788447812.png)</div><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<strong>Investigation:</strong>13<strong>Insight:</strong>14<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong>14<strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<strong>Speed:</strong>30 ft (walk)<br/><strong>Hit Points:</strong>21/21<strong>Hit Dice:</strong>(3/3)d6<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather armor tunic along with fine clothes<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329779.msg15760583#msg15760583">Quote from: Conundrum on 19-02-2021, 22:32:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You are my last moral connection to this world, I can advise you seek a safer path, but if you do not heed my words all I can grant you is strength."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Aran smiles and replies; "That will do, for now anyways. Now, let's go win us a race." Once the time was going to chariots themselves, he goes to his and goes to 'chat' a bit with horses bound to his chariot; "Hello, what are your names?" Someone may look him weird in talking to pair of chariot horses like regular people, but thanks to his ritual his words are translated to horses and whatever reply horses give out, he can understand. He also eyes competition he is going to face for this race whenever he can.