<div class="floatleft">(https://legendofthedarksword.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/fire_mage_by_foxz0r.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nale the Golden (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1HfCXd-E2OMFbvCWi6-eAfXWHBbD3fRNSm97jY9RoSv0/edit#gid=665550463)</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Mage Armor (2 h)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>14 / 14<strong>AC:</strong>14 (T: 10, FF: 14)<strong>CMD:</strong>13<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+0<strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+4<hr/><br/>Nale came up to the others, shading his eyes as he too looked over to the wreck.  It wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he'd done a decent amount of hunting in the areas near TWilight, and some traveling too.  In a situation like this, he'd prefer to defer to the expertise of the members of their party with more relevant experience, but that didn't stop him from adding to the conversation.<br/><br/>"We have come a fair bit already.  I second setting up a campsite, but it's not a terrible idea to do a bit of scouting before settling in for the night.  All the better to avoid surprises, since those tend to get people killed when out here.  Maybe set things up for the night first, then look around before returning to sleep?<br/><br/>He'd long since grown out of his more noticeable fidgeting of earlier years, but his right thumb tended to make circular rubbing motions across his first two fingers when he was worried he might need to call upon his magic.  And there was this feeling at the back of his neck that promised trouble in the not too distant future.  He was hoping for an uneventful journey, but his experience had taught him that such things tended to be the rarity.