<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/62/4a/11624a98f527831d42edfea67c5b2f7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kargus Brightband (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1486756)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Oasis<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+5<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 17/17 | <strong>AC:</strong> 18 (T: 15, FF: 13) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +8</div></div><hr/><br/>As the others talk over where to camp, and decide who all is headed into the ship with him, he crouches fluidly by his saddlebags and pulls out his canteen to take a long drink, then tucks it away again before rubbing Brand's ears.  "You behave while I'm in there.  I'd take you with me if I could, but that's no place for a horse...even one like you."<br/><br/>Standing, he looks around, then starts toward the ship, removing one of his pistols from its holster to begin loading it while he walks, not often traveling with his guns loaded.  It might sound dangerous, but he trusted his ability to survive long enough for his skilled hands to load a pistol more than he trusted that neither weapon will somehow accidentally go off and seriously wound him or his horse.  Plus, what with the others in the party, he could rely on them for those first crucial few seconds it too him to load.<br/><br/>Once he had loaded both weapons, he replaced them in their holsters and reached up to tilt his hat back on his head, squinting up at the looming relic.