<div class="floatright">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2lu2h4h.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Kairon</span></strong><br/>HP: 40/40, Init +8, Saves: 6/6/6<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20+6=22 Will Save (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=71421)</div></div><br/>Kairon was fairly certain he could've taken them, of course that was largely because after meeting the queen of dragons, almost anything else seems rather like a pushover. Beholder? Easy. Torrasque? Why not two? But the others were content to talk, so he held the carnage at the ready. There would always be time to blow things up later. Or sooner, if the mood struck. Bugbears and gnolls looked like easy prey, but a horde of them might even be able to overwhelm their assembled cadre. Getting mouthed off to however had put him in a bad mood, and it would be evident, at least to anyone sensitive to such things, that Kairon was not pleased. Then a half-elf fell out of the sky. That broke the train of thought carrying onward rather oddly, and Kairon waited either for it to speak, do something stupid, or both.