<div class="floatright"><div class="reverse">(http://i.imgur.com/tVlStew.jpg?1)</div></div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">NATHAN ORDWALD</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=979021)<br/>Darkvision 60 ft. (Passive Perception 10)<br/><strong>AC</strong>14;<strong>Hp:</strong>9/9<br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Dex +5, Int +3<br/><em>Advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep</em><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Goblin, Halfling, Human, Thieves' Cant, Trade<br/><br/><strong>Current Appearance:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Traveller's Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/dc/a7/e7/dca7e732164df57bfc0945d4086d5eaa.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>Nathan stretched himself awake as dawn came on, barely restraining a yawn and trying to roll the stiffness out of his neck without grudge - having slept on the ground, at lest that much was to be expected, but at least it had been warm by the fireplace.  "Did you you sleep well?" he inquired gently of the other two, the hooded girl and the big warrior.<br/><br/>With breakfast, or what passed for it, scoffed down, Nathan instinctively began to look for people to play a game of cards with before sternly reminding himself that there were other matters to take care of.  It was probably best to work at what come here for - to pick up trade goods that he could bring back to his village - but at the same time, it seemed this town had worries on there mind and he could probably wrangle better deals if he were to help out in local concerns.<br/><br/>Checking to make sure his daggers were in place as he buckled his leather jerkin back in place, Nathan looked around to see what the others were doing; at the very least, he seemed to remember the grey-skinned woman - a half-orc was she? - saying something about going to see if anything had happened with the local witch.  At the thought, his hand unconsciously went for the korija's weapon he had picked up with the strange engravings.  Perhaps the witch might actually know something ab out it?  Likely more than anyone in the village, he suspected.<br/><br/>The job of hauling the two bodies out to the water seemed simple enough, but the thought of being alone on the craft with those two monsters, however dead, was a little unsettling and he didn't particularly know how to swim well if something went wrong.  So it seemed it was to head out for the witch.  "I'll accompany you," he informed the half-orc woman, before offering a hand to shake.  "I may have a question or two for this woman, if she turns out to be okay.  My name's Nathan; pleased to make your acquaintance."<br/><br/>"What of you two?" he asked the others.