<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/766/766988.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tula Elanorin<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Elven Hunter<br/><strong>Strength:</strong>Legs<strong>Vulnerability:</strong>Arms<br/><strong>Willpower:</strong>30<strong>Defense:</strong>9<strong>Morale:</strong>11<br/><strong>Bondage  Head:</strong><strong>Arms:</strong><strong>Legs:</strong><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Passive:</strong>Volley Fire<br/><strong>Passive:</strong>Skillful Precision<br/><strong>Attack:</strong>Projectile 2d4, Concealment & Thrust Kick 1d4<br/><strong>Cooldowns:</strong>Piercing Shot, Snare Trap, Rain of Arrows & Call the shot<br/><hr/><br/>She sensed it more than she saw it, at least at first. She paused, scanning the area, reaching into her quiver, she pulls out an arrow and notches it, but careful to keep the bow down. She did not want to look too threatening and also did not want to accidentally fire it. She reached with her senses, everything felt wrong. She was glad that Safri moved ahead of her. Someone else that could move quietly as always good and someone she could depend upon. Feeling Safri's touch, she did not jump. In fact, she expected it having worked with her especially when they scouted ahead together. Nodding she replied, "I'm better at range. I'll cover you. But yes, lets...." She was interrupted as Aletta called out. "Guess they already know...." Regardless, she still kept her arrow ready, not that she needed it, she could load and fire her bow in an instant, but habits die hard.