<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>Eirian, Open<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Howling Wind heard the cries of distress coming from the barrel. His first instinct was to ignore it. These were harsh lands, and the weak did not survive. Then again, his people considered it disgraceful to leave an enemy to die in the cold. How much more disgraceful was it, then, to leave a stranger to die in the cold? He sighed and rose to his feet, consoling himself that anyone who could be thwarted by a barrel would pose little threat to him.<br/><br/>The elf walked down to water's edge once more and waded in, catching up with the barrel in short order, and dragging it back to the shore. There, he kicked it over with one foot, and proceeded to roll it back to the makeshift campsite, passenger and all. He stopped it just shy of the fire's edge, and gave the barrel one more kick, dumping the passenger out. Howling Wind recognized the young boy from the ship.<br/><br/>Convinced this child posed no threat, the elf sat down once more and resumed working on his throwing axe in silence.