<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/>In hindsight, it was obvious that her memories of him would be hazy, whether it was because everything else likely seemed ephemeral and distant beside an act of such fierce intensity, or because everything from that day was a fugue for her. Either way, the way she answered did suggest she was who he thought, at least – else she might have corrected him for calling her by another's name. "Ah, forgive me. Giles, at your service. Though I suppose, of the two of us, my canine companion was likely the more memorable of us." Duamutef hadn't evolved to the point of having multiple heads yet that fateful day years ago, but nevertheless, the massive sable dog with white fur seeming to paint a skull mask on its face could have left more of an impression than Giles himself might have, though at the time, two identical sigils would have burned at the brow of each. "Unfortunately, the nature of the carriages is such that traveling with a dog would be inconvenient." Not a lie, exactly. Duamutef would return to Giles side when the time was right... or when the circumstances were sufficiently dire.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Somehow, though the particulars of their troubles did surprise him, it didn't surprise Giles that even the journey back to Urgasburg itself wasn't going smoothly. It quickly became apparent that among their fellow travelers were at least two spellcasters that seemed to know enough to begin repairing the wheel – more than Giles himself knew.<br/><br/>Though he would much rather have stayed by the carriages which could be used as cover, to say nothing of the superior numbers, he noted with dismay that Iolanna immediately set off in search of the steeds... with both Peacekeeper and priest of Urgathoa. In a split second, he needed to make a decision, and with no small measure of rueful resignation, Giles strode after the trio. There were, by his count, no fewer than eight keeping close to the carriages, against the three headed after the wayward steeds. It was clear which group might be more easily outnumbered, and therefore, which group might have greater need of his particular talents.<br/><br/>Briefly, Giles entertained the notion of bringing out his ioun torch, but instead kept it pocketed for the moment, relying instead on his darkvision to pierce the gloom, knowing the light would only make a target of him as he quickened to keep up with Iolanna, the Peacekeeper, and the priest.<br/><br/>Truthfully, he still felt some measure of responsibility for Iolanna's continued well-being, though from the look of her these days, she looked more able to defend herself than he... though appearances could be deceiving. If nothing else, though, he could watch her back as they advanced.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception result 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124582). Giles has darkvision (and low-light vision, but that's not relevant).</div></div>