<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/Elvenknight.jpg)</div><strong>Zanthus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188886.msg9128266#msg9128266)</strong><br/>Plothook character sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12939)<br/>Status: HP 10/10; AC 19, Touch 12, Flat 17; CMD 15; Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2; Perception +2; Init +2<br/><hr/><br/>"I am," Zanthus replied to Dyra. "It is my honor to serve as the least of Iomedea's servants, an instrument of Her holy will. Is her name known among your people?" As they walked Zanthus described to Dyra the newly anointed shrine that he and Idise had consecrated together, that perhaps her people could choose a caretaker for the new holy site.<br/><br/><br/>At the edge of the precipice Zanthus looked down, considering, and then shook his head. "Bryanbar has been through a great deal these last days, as have we all. A jump such as this on the surface would be only of slight risk. Here, after days of inadequate food and exercise and in this unfamiliar environment.... No. If there is no other way to Crel's village then I will risk the jump, but I shall be astride him with no other burdens. He will not be ferrying the injured across."<br/><br/>Seeing no other route, Zanthus began the laborious process of removing his armor. Next would follow the horse's saddle and saddlebags.<br/><br/>