<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/0c/44/190c4491fe403405d8274aa180d9e0f0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Hadrhune al-Bashir</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331477.msg15833611#msg15833611)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>94 / 94<strong>AC:</strong>25<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>17<strong>Touch:</strong>21<strong>CMD:</strong>30<br/><strong>Active Spell Effects</strong>:<em>mage armor</em>,<em>overland flight</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Stand watch over the bodies of the brutes. Should any begin to rise up that are not being raised by that one–"</strong>Hadrhune points out the massive tiefling necromancer Nevine to his elemental minions, issuing his commands in Ignan,<strong>"be ready to burn them."</strong>While the summoner didn't want to damage raw materials that their ally could make excellent use of, he'd sooner damage those raw materials than let another citizen of Shadowspire come to harm by the trollgre's hands.<br/><br/>As he finished giving his orders, his genie-blooded beloved alighted behind him, offering praise that felt even more shallowly earned than it usually did, though he chided himself – his beloved was magnanimous, and that was one of her innumerable admirable traits. If she chose to extend that magnanimity to him, who was he to question?<strong>"I would be surprised if anyone but you noticed – I would not be surprised if they were drawn to your acts of heroism. You were magnificent, beloved,"</strong>he murmured, returning to the Common tongue.<br/><br/><strong>"On my way, I saw the others making sure no one was trampled in the stampede, and directing the injured to implore our dear Talya for solace. I think any of their kin,"</strong>he gestured to the fallen trollgres,<strong>"Would have been difficult to miss."</strong><br/><br/>Close as she was to him, it was impossible for the exiled princess to miss the scents clinging to him – nostalgic scents that reminded her of their lost, faraway home, Isfahel. Putting his weapon away, Hadrhune carefully pulled out a basket, and as he pulled the fabric cover away, he revealed the treasures he'd brought.<br/><br/><strong>"A baker from Kelesh recently set up shop here in Shadowspire."</strong>Hadrhune had thought it prudent to look into the baker, ensure he wouldn't be a threat to the exiled princess he served... and while he was there, knowing how long it had been since Alaya had the chance to indulge in a taste of home, he'd made sure to secure a selection of her favorites.<strong>"Shall we share them among the conquering heroes, beloved?"</strong><br/><br/>Hadrhune could hardly blame Harlo for his amorous intentions towards Alaya: she was, after all, the loveliest creature on the face of Golarion, as far as her loyal retainer was concerned, both in spirit and in a more base sense. It was only natural that others be drawn to her as well, and, just as the sun shone down on all, regardless of worthiness, so, too, was Alaya generous in sharing herself with others. While Hadrhune had his reservations at first, Harlo had shown he understood Alaya's generosity of spirit... and it didn't hurt to have someone they could call on in case of trouble who was as handy with a blade or whip as he.