<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/VoOvm3H.jpg?1)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">KAL-DORN (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1052482)</span></span></strong><br/>N Male Aasimar<br/><em>darkvision 60 ft.</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+3;<strong>Hp:</strong>14/14;<strong>Rage:</strong>6/6 rounds<br/><strong>Resist:</strong>acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5<br/><strong>AC</strong>16 (touch 13, flat-footed 13);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+4,<strong>Will</strong>+2<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Androffan, Draconic, Hallit<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing/Carrying (32 lbs; light load)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Adventurer's Sash<br/>Cold weather outfit<br/>Scimitar<br/>Studded leather armour</div></div><hr/><br/>Leaning back in his chair, Kal made no effort to hide a wide yawn.  Whilst he respected the older man's wishes for caution, he was also aware of the value of haste in the matter.  "Waiting is all good and well, but we can't play this easy either - the councilor has been gone for a good few days now; if he's still alive, he may not have much longer - every hour, every minute counts.  We need to be ready to go today, in my opinion."  Though his fluency in common was good, there was no mistaking the heavy, barbarous accent of Kellid tribesman in his voice.  "I, for one, should like to leave within the hour - there's a girl up there without a father and I mean to bring him back to her, preferably alive."<br/><br/>Getting up, he made his way to the counter and snatched at one of the pieces of meat, tearing a piece off between strong, white teeth.  Whilst Khonnir was his primary concern, some part of him was also eager to see just what exactly lay beneath Black Hill; ever since he first stumbled across them, exploring the strange ruins in Numeria, however small, always brought an exhilarating rush to him.  In this regard, he unconsciously shot a glance at Cosima, remembering the day they had run across one another, both rummaging the same wreck.  There hadn't been that much to find, fortunately, so were able to share interests rather than be rivals for some bauble or other.  She was an unusual woman, to say the least, yet he found her strangely fascinating in the same way the Numerian ruins fascinated him, something which he always found... odd.<br/><br/>Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned to the ratfolk girl.  "I don't suppose you'd have any inkling in what to expect?" he asked without really expecting anything to go on.  Yet, if somebody must know something, Nix at least should - Kal knew her to be dabbler of the strange pieces of Numerian artifacts and had brought things to her in the past.  Dubious at first, today, he could genuinely say he had every confidence in her.