<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/51/9b/f9/519bf955cad48f57fda9c41996a64744.png)</div>Paan Faranal<br/>13/13 HP AC 21<br/>Honorable to a fault.Haughty defender of the Weak. Collector of many weapons.<br/>Paan Faranal (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616478)<br/>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1617227 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1617227)<br/><hr/><br/>The moment of their detection was rapidly drawing near, it seemed. He couldn't await it. At least not silently.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Paan</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Savor these moments, little Pest. for they are bound to be your last.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Sir Paan hissed quietly, more to himself but anyone else, but loud enough to be heard by his companions.It cost him quite some effort, but he abstained from letting Plötze dance around a bit. Instead, he remained unmoving, checking the tools at his disposal again. Shield ready, Sword ready, and firmly in his hand. Lance still in his reach, but tied to the saddle - he wouldn't be able to charge on this treacherous terrain anyway - Naginata on his back, and finally, two Katanas in their scabbards tied to the left side of his saddle.He was ready. Now... if only those around him would be a little bit faster, he would be very gratefull for that.<br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Pass