<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Aten Marlowe</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/15RW9l1-kdi1U_p6TrvCCoAbEAKuMV4KyKxnD-dlWCKA/edit)<br/><br/>Aten smirked, nostril's flaring. He hadn't been in many real fights for all his intensive training.  As the bandit's bloody body went off the bridge, he hissed in victory.  Part of his mind noted that it was the first time he'd killed a man not of the monstrous races.  He wondered if he should be more reverent of the fact.  All he was feeling right now, though, was that the man had tried to kill him, and he'd won.<br/><br/>Aten shifted on the balls of his feet to look up and down the bridge.  His sword and shields were ready and he looked for other foes.  Listened too.  Who was the ebony girl he'd healed?  Had that been a drow ? He'd identified an ally, and seen her bleed, so he'd reached out with holy power to help her.  This had to be a story, though.