(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/67/11/5f/67115f7efed71000d49bb720f26853c2.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Caladrel</strong><br/>Male old elf conjurer 1<br/>NG Medium humanoid (elf)<br/>HP 6/6 AC:12 T:12 FF:10<br/><strong>Init </strong>+8; <strong>Senses </strong>low-light vision</div></div><br/>"It wasn't a proposition-wait, round ear?" Cal will part his long grey locks to reveal pointed ears. "I'm an elf my dear. Have been for two hundred and seventy eight years. When I said I was old, I meant it."<br/><br/>His thoughts are throws askew by the entrance of Innoki and Senthaynatrix, the latter of the two speaking what is arguably the best draconic he's heard in a long time. Though his smile turns to a frown at the news of oddly behaving stirges and ghostly phenomena. "That is troubling news master Innoki, though it seems like your assessment was correct, we'll need time to properly prepare for this. Though I'm glad to hear our short friend has a stout bludgeoning arm," he'll gesture to Sen, "we'll need it in the trials to come."<br/><br/>"And the delegation that went to the Pharasman temple has yet to return." He'll answer Senthaynatryix, "by the way, your draconic is superb, leagues better than my own in fact. Where did you learn to speak in such a fashion?"