<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Snow_Elf.jpg)</div><strong>Howling Wind (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268316.msg13231302#msg13231302)</strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>12,<strong>AC:</strong>13 (touch 13, flat 10, CMD 17)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As the pale elf worked, he began taking stock of the other survivors. The boy in the barrel appeared not to be a boy, now that she was washed clean. Howling Wind wondered if this was a common behaviour among the outsiders. Regardless, her disguise had likely spared her from the worst of the slaver's cruel intentions. Perhaps she did possess a keen survival instinct after all. Time would tell if her cunning would do her any good in against the harsh elements.<br/><br/>Next, retreating from the fire, towards the ships, was a curious woman. Her eyes were foggy and clouded, and yet she moved with a sure and natural grace. Her speech was odd too, not the pragmatic and literal common that Howling Wind had learned during his training to be a Twilight Speaker. Though she had show no outward display of magic, the elf couldn't shake the suspicion that she, too, practiced some manner of sorcery. He could think of little else that would permit such elegance to exist amidst barbarism.<br/><br/>Then there was the half-orc. Her gruff demeanour almost put Howling Wind at ease. Not that he would trust either half of her. Merely that she seemed a survivor of the traditional sort: strong, hardy, and vigorous. If nothing else, they shared the common language of strength, and strength was perhaps the one thing Howling Wind could fully comprehend.<br/><br/>And last there was the fire-witch. He was still wary of her, but she had acknowledged his offering of firewood and this gave him an odd sense of ease. She too was a traditional survivor, in her own way. She may have wielded sorcerous powers, but she struck him as direct and forceful, not a beguiling trickster like the witches in the stories. This too, was reassuring in its own way.<br/><br/>There had been one more survivor, who had gone off to explore the wreckage. Howling Wind would reserve judgment on that one until his return.<br/><br/>His eyes drifted to the one surviving slaver. He hefted the makeshift axehead in his hand. He wouldn't mind testing his latest work out on that one. However, it seemed like that might be bad manners. The others seemed to have kept him alive for the time being. Still, it wouldn't hurt to check...<br/><br/><strong>"Does this one offer us anything of interest?"</strong>he asked,<strong>"Or should I just scalp him and leave him for the wolves?"</strong>In truth, scalping was not a tradition among his people. But this slaver didn't need to know that.