<div class="floatleft">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee205/weaselmiester/tumblr_nftmsrx70b1rxtdgbo1_540_zpsxllbqpmw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kofi Pandev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237173.msg11677312#msg11677312)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ravengo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 14/14 | <strong>AC:</strong> 16 (<em>T:</em> 14, <em>FF:</em> 12)<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3 | <strong>Speed:</strong> 30' | <strong>Melee:</strong> +3 | <strong>Ranged:</strong> +3<br/><strong>CMD:</strong> 14 | <strong>Fort:</strong> +2 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +5 | <strong>Will:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Spells: 0</strong> - <em>Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation</em> | <strong>1</strong> (2) - <em>Grease, Silent Image</em><br/></div></div><hr/>He had meant to arrive that morning, but the fact was he was travelling from Katapesh, a nation very, very, very far removed from the haunting moors of Ustalav. The night the travelling group had spent with their wagons huddled around a fire in the midst of the fog had been a harrowing one. The depression Kofi found himself in had been put aside that night to make room for a thrum of anxiety. He’d not gotten much sleep while he gazed into the fog, shapes that he couldn’t discern from reality or an active imagination wafting at the edges of his vision. They had survived the night, but the paired riding dogs had become one in the night. Those who slept while dawn slowly broke awoke to the dog’s keening howls rising above the mist.<br/><br/>Shaking his head slightly, the broad-shouldered man refocused on his path through town to the Pharasmin church, where he hoped to find news. Yes, the acolyte told him, the mourning party had left earlier on their way to the graveyard. If he hurried, he could catch them. Pulling the hood of the heavy cloak he wore up over his head as he exited the church, his feet picked up their pace, eager for their journey to be over although Kofi wasn’t sure if his heart felt the same. His body ached. His soul ached. He was exhausted. He longed to pay his respects. Then, he planned to sleep for a week if he could manage it.<br/><br/>His meditations were interrupted with the sound of voices ahead of him. Looking up, he saw two groups of people on the road - one barring the other from further progress, the other bearing … Lorrimor’s coffin. Keeping his hood up and his hands stuffed into pockets, Kofi strode forward, unsure of what was happening and worried that things might go worse than they already seemed. Who were these people who would prevent mourners from laying their loved one to rest? A small pool of anger roiled in his stomach as he caught up to the group. He made no announcement of his arrival, but knew the group ahead would be able to see his heavily cloaked form. He'd make himself known if it was needed.