<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>15/15<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 had no ready source of light. The number of hours he had spent under a roof were few, the number of hours underground even fewer. He had never been in a tomb; his people did not build such things, preferring funeral pyres and the scattering of ashes in the Great River. Reluctantly he had to admit to himself that he had no business being in the front of this particular excursion. He wished, though, that Nestor might step forward and take this burden away from the women in the party.<br/><br/>Silently he fell in place behind Rand with shortspear and kukri in his hands. He gave a last mournful glance at the sunlit world outside, and then followed into the dark interior.<br/>