<strong>Name:</strong><strong>Tgamo Mubatsi</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=223744.msg10988651#msg10988651)<br/><strong>Status:</strong><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/African_Warrior_2_by_pieparaphernalia.jpg)</div>normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>11/15<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +4, Reflex +2, Will +0<strong>Init:</strong>+2<strong>Perception:</strong>+0<br/><hr/><br/>Tgamo files into the hallway, blade at the ready, nearly jumping at the shadows cast from Rand's light even if they are only the silhouettes of his own party members. His attention is soon drawn to the painted sculptures protruding from the walls.<br/><br/>These are his people, being hunted like animals. Trampled beneath the horses and wheels of the chariot driver who is almost certainly the man lying dead in this place. Tgamo's dark fingers brush against the surface of the painting. So many people.<br/><br/>Tgamo is not sorrying any more for the man whose grave-house they are robbing. He was a bad man. Tgamo looks at the faces of his companions, certain that they will all immediately come to the same conclusion. If this bad man has any treasure, it is treasure he took by force, probably from the Mwangi. It would be right and just to take it back.<br/><br/>