<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/lyona/images/3/3f/Emmerick-0.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160919030941)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Crispin Oldfield</span></span><br/>Elven Wizard, 27 HP, AC 15, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1677221).<br/><em>A scholar and a gentleman.</em><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None.<br/><br/>Mr. Oldfield was taciturn and unemotional, reading and rereading his spellbook throughout the trek.  From time to time, his attention might be taken by something outside his window, and Mr. Oldfield would admire it in the aloof sort of way that he admired things.  In other moments, the young elf would steal glances at Ms. Geht, who, by the glow of his cantrip, appeared soft and resplendent.  In chat, the elf said scarcely a thing, though he wasn't unpleasant.  Though he seldom initiated or participated in conversation, he did not ignore direct questions.<br/><br/>Once, and only once, when the din of music filled the darkness, the young elf took it upon himself to say something apropos to nothing.  And this is what he said:   "I did not think that there would be this much singing."  He said it neutrally, without seeming hostile or in favor of the notion, and as was often the case, it was difficult to discern how he felt about it.<br/><br/>When the rear carriage hit a pothole, as it were, the young elf did not move from his seat.  His owl ascended into the air, hovered over the scene, and then returned to sit at Crispin's window.<br/><br/>"It seems that a latency in the wheel has been discovered, Crispin," the owl said.  If he had had a beak, Barnaby would have been grinning.<br/><br/>"Oh?" Mr. Oldfield asked with a raised eyebrow.  He opened the carriage door and alighted outside.  Wrapping himself in his cloak, he made his way towards the turned over carriage.  Now, Mr. Oldfield had a working theoretical knowledge of crafting and repairing all sorts of things.  But he could see that the matter was going to be resolved by magic, and quickly too, by a woman whom he had heard but had hitherto not seen.<br/><br/>Barnaby landed on his shoulder and stared at Raya's handiwork.<br/><br/>"It seems that she has it well under control," Barnaby said.<br/><br/>"Indeed," Mr. Oldfield replied.   "But where are the horses, I wonder?"<br/><br/>"I'm on it!" Barnaby said as he took to the skies in an attempt to find the horses from a better vantage point.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Crispin has sent his owl to attempt to spot the horses from the sky.  Except, Pathfinder owls don't have darkvision.