<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/>Roan had taken a moment to size up some of the others that had followed the woman's plea for help. A dark-haired woman had arrived before he did. A tall, lanky man approached just as he did. From the features and the ears, he must have Elven blood. "Hello, Lena," he addressed to the next arrival, giving her a teasing look as she gently punched him on the chest. Finally, it was impossible to miss the shining armor of the fifth that approached the Elvish lass begging for help. He appeared to be another Half-Elf, and decked out like a soldier.<br/><br/>They all seemed quite eager to accept the woman's plea. What Roan recalled of the Ghostwoods, being familiar enough with the spooky sort of tall tales told by drunk, old men, had not eased his mind. Wood folk that kept to themselves, sometimes violent but now obviously less concerned about the consequences of harming others. It didn't bode... Well, Roan forgot what he was thinking about with the slap and friendly smile given by the slender half-elf man. Vara-something, he'd said? Something about that friendly smile kept him from clenching a fist and taking a swing. The Half-orc stood taller with Varanos' exclamation of "Look at you!" If he didn't know any better, this guy was trying to butter him up.<br/><br/>"Now, wait, I ain't no adventurer," he exclaimed, his voice deepening and almost taking on a growl in defense. He looked both to Varanos and Miranda, considering her comment. He had to pause and think a moment, the gears obviously turning. "I'm not lookin' to put my skin on the line without some assurances, is all." He seemingly shrunk a bit while reconsidering his self-interest. This was the sort of work he'd been hoping for after all. It'd get him out of the city, and hopefully he'd have enough to bring back to his parents. The taller elf was right after all, Roan was fit for this.<br/><br/>With the last prod from Lena, Roan gave in. "Right, I'll come along, then. Besides, I gotta make sure Lena's alive to pay me back."