<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/43052a46-e56f-4271-a472-7d0ac0c91af8_zps5d053787.jpg)</div><strong>Nestor</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1120567)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>AC:</strong>18 / touch 10 / ff 18<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +3, Reflex +0, Will +3<strong>Init:</strong>+4<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nestor watched with satisfaction as the scorpion retreated. Only when it was out of side did he finally let his guard down.<br/><br/>"You alright, boy?" he asked Tgamo gruffly, who had come out the worst of them all, having taken a sting from the scorpion. He seemed fine though, either he had shrugged off any potential poison or he was putting on a brave enough face.<br/><br/>The paladin let the others prepare the way down the hole, climbing down ropes wasn't the strong point for heavily armoured warriors like him. He unstrapped his shield, figuring that he would probably need the hand free on the way down. "I'll take rearguard until the rest of you are down, make sure the scorpion doesn't come back and catch you in the back," he volunteered.