<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/6d57e73b02646b03f622ecd6cc7d580b_zps2yt1wguv.jpg)</div><strong>Alfy</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1137451)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>normal, wearing cloak with hood drawn up<br/><strong>HP:</strong>33/33<strong>AC:</strong>17 / touch 14 / ff 13<strong>CMD:</strong>19 / FCMD 15<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +4, Reflex +7, Will +2<strong>Init:</strong>+6<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alfy looked at the sigil. It didn't mean anything to her, but it was a starting point for tomorrow's questioning.<br/><br/>Seeing so many orcs, whom she wasn't supposed to kill, was putting her on edge, making her irritable and excitable, prone to jumpiness at the slightest thing out of the ordinary.<br/><br/>The elf cast a suspicious look at the hastily repaired scene of the struggle. "It's probably a trap. They come in the middle of the night, kidnap the women and kill the men," she announced. "We should post a watch, or even better, find another place to pass the night, even outdoors."