<div class="floatleft">(https://www.worldanvil.com/uploads/images/a9bedee131c54bf4d9ab0094545a282b.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Arawn Mathonwy (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2464609)</strong><br/></span><hr/><em>Evangelist Cleric 5</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+5<br/><hr/><br/>The old man was clearly mad but that did neither worry or surprise Arawn. Was it the result of time he had spent here, this place, the lich Augur, or maybe the Old Father's touch, he wondered. In a way, it almost felt like he was a kindred spirit, one of them, a possible addition to their small congregation. Of course, if he had been freed from the shackles of the one they sought to destroy by Zhar's command. Sooner or later, that was bound to happen for it was their god's wish and they would not disappoint or displease Him. "And by what name is that wizard known?" Arawn asked, his voice clear and well-trained in speaking over large distances. "So that we know whose soul will soon learn of Zhar's loving and infinite embrace?"<br/>