<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/HalfOrcTraveler.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Roan Sawyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13145997#msg13145997)</span><br/><strong>Half-Orc Barbarian 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 15 / 15<br/>AC: 15<br/>Init: +2<br/>Saves: +5/+2/+5/-1/0/0 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<hr/><br/>Two days of travel told Roan quite enough about this group he'd thrown his lot in with. They were capable, and none of them needed any particular encouragement to keep up. Good. That's not to say he wouldn't be willing to help any that needed it. Small town life taught quite a bit about making sure every member of the group were provided for. Clearly the well-armored half-elf was the military sort and proud of it. Roan respected that. When Caine offered to take first watch, Roan immediately volunteered for the last. He was often up early anyway... unless he'd ever had too much to drink a night before.<br/><br/>It was the second evening on the road they approached a village and Talia's demeanor changed. Hupe's Hill seemed quiet, almost empty. The broad-shouldered half-orc hefted his massive ax off into a strong grip, and approached with caution. When the group made their way to the inn and filed in behind Talia, Roan gave a toothy smile and a nod of thanks. He patted the man on the shoulder, adding as he passed "Yes, I guess I'm glad to have come along. Just don't tell the others."<br/><br/>There wasn't any hint of derision or glee, just cold fact. What he did hear, something Talia asked about more people missing, immediately eased Roan's mind. Risking his hide for poachers was one thing, but this sounded more like the Solitudes raiding a small village. This was a job he wouldn't mind getting dirty for.<br/><br/>Content to allow some of his more forward members of the team speak up and ask the questions to begin with, Roan, stopped just inside the door and let the haft of his ax hit the wood floor with a resounding thud.