<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/c7f1/f/2015/198/e/9/victor_frankenstein_by_huginnthecatcher-d91nhdb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Giles</span></span><br/>Half-elven summoner, 40/40 HP , AC 17, Character Sheet (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qKNivt6DaMiXGileDobhTzdmdqndBBVE0kxdtuTP1_0/edit?usp=sharing).<br/><em>Urgasburg's Prodigal Son.</em><br/><hr/>"My, my. Quite the welcome home," Giles murmured to himself as he surveyed from a distance those assembled. Among the motley assortment, he counted at least one of their number bearing the signature silver scythe of Peacekeepers, and one shrouded in the robes of Urgathroa's priesthood.<br/><br/>Was the road to Urgasburg always so bustling? Frankly, he'd no idea. He remembered very little through his fevered haze when Duamutef spirited him away. He would have thought the affliction of the so-called Scarlet Moon would lead to few seeking ingress... though, he considered, perhaps this might be fewer than usual. As he watched, however, he saw the assembled begin to enter the carriage. Damnation. He'd spent too long brooding; he must hasten.<br/><br/>The prodigal son of Urgasburg took the plunge, quietly making his way into their midst, leather lamellar visible beneath his duster, a simple, unremarkable spear strapped to his back, the head sheathed in leather. Nowhere to be seen was a silver holy symbol to Pharasma.<br/><br/>It was only as he approached that it became clear to him a familiar face was among the travelers, distracting him from his unease. "Well met," he said as he drew up beside her. "Iolanna, was it not?" Hers was not a face he would soon forget, not considering what he had witnessed as his compatriots had stormed the necromancer's sanctuary a few years ago. There was less blood, this time, certainly, for which he was grateful. Considering the circumstances in which she had been discovered, however... well. He was left quite uncertain if he should be relieved that there would be at least one familiar face among the travelers, concerned for her safety, traveling into Urgasburg in the midst of the Scarlet Moon, or, perhaps concerned<em>about</em>her traveling into Urgasburg in the midst of the Scarlet Moon.<br/><br/>"The front coach seems the less full – shall we?"<br/><br/>He'd seen the Peacekeeper enter the one in front, and the Urgathoan priest enter the other. Between the two, he'd take the Peacekeeper any day. Even if it meant weathering what sounded like an impromptu singing competition.<br/><br/>For the moment, at least, the great black grim dog that Iolanna may have remembered accompanying Giles when last their paths had crossed was nowhere in sight, instead lurking in potentia. The carriages looked like they'd be plenty crowded enough that squeezing in even a small dog would be impractical... and Duamutef had never been a small dog, even before its heads had multiplied.