<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/93/90/52/9390520cd8eaed203cf055253286a3cf.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Istavan</span></span></strong><br/>Zen Archer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1851636)<strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +2 Ref +5 Will +6<br/><strong>Status:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eligia, Rhea, Flint, Pursilla, Kaissen & Talia<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Uncomfortable around other people, he mainly kept to himself. He was hired as a trailblazer and he was good at his job. Because of this, he was usually scouting ahead of the caravan, returning only to inform the Caravan Master Gribb of what lies ahead and what to avoid. He did what he was employed to do and will receive what he is owed. The Caravan Master being incarcerated just meant a slight delay in payment, which he will receive with interest, just a matter of when and how. He wondered if his fellow travelers would recognize him as he followed the High Elf into the tavern, he remembered her. She was skilled with her bow and stealthy. He remembered nodding to her when she noticed his presence one evening. He was never really good with people and now he would have to make himself known.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you for your hospitality Mistress Oreg"</strong>, nodding his head respectfully.<strong>"I am Istavan, I helped to guide the caravan in its travels here."</strong>Turning to the rest he nods his head in greeting. There was nothing much to him, no armor, no shield just rugged clothes for the outdoors. He was no way as dexterous as the elf but he was economical with his movements. He too carried a longbow, although it looked a little sturdier and lighter. Removing his backpack and two quivers from his back he places them by his side.<strong>"Well met"</strong><br/><br/>