<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/69/53/676953fdd949f342ae05c150a338c158.jpg)</div>RAYMOND WILDER | WIZARD | PL1<br/>HP: 12 | AC : 12 | Active Perception: 9<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1910565)<br/><br/>"Indeed, a great deal is gone," Wilder said as he sat down finally upon a barrel.   "The potions, the weapons, everything.  Even the blasted horses."<br/><br/>He then said:<br/><br/>"We cannot go hunting for the bandits now, since they will be here tomorrow morning," he said.   "Besides, without horses, we'll be unable to get the upper hand against them when it comes to mobility.  Add to that they have our horses, and they know these forests, well... we certainly will have a hard time of it, won't we?  So we must toss aside that plan for now.  But let's see what Waldorf has to say."<br/><br/>Waldorf was presented to the party.  He was a man in his forties.  He was thin, long-limbed, and balding, with an angular face and a disproportionately large nose.  Though he had been said to be a decent scout, he had a simpering personality, and it seemed difficult for him to speak to people--women, in particular.<br/><br/>"This is Waldorf, Master Wilder," Kesten said.   "He is a good scout, takes to nature quite easily.  Grown into it most of his life, without anyone to speak to.  When he first entered my command, the lad could scarcely form a sentence.  But he's much better now."<br/><br/>"Thank you," Waldorf replied softly.<br/><br/>"He's timid, aye, but don't let that fool you.  He's a good shot with a bow."