<div class="floatright">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/fetchling_zpspp3tdsb6.jpg) (http://s1381.photobucket.com/user/gary_leon_miller/media/fetchling_zpspp3tdsb6.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Dathnor</strong><br/>Male fetchling alchemist (metamorph) 4/rogue (chameleon) 2<br/>CG Medium outsider (native)<br/><strong>Init </strong>+6;<strong>Senses </strong>darkvision 90 ft., low-light vision; Perception +9<br/><br/>Location: On top of Samuals coach<br/><br/><br/>Hissing as the inside of the cab was lit by light Dathnor exclaims<strong>"extinguish that light women unless you wish to sing your own funeral dirge, the creatures and denizens of these woods are attracted to those who shy from the shadows, and you doing that is nothing more then asking to be slain. So sing loud music could hurt a few ears but light nothing but the shielded lanterns provided. </strong><br/><br/>Grumbling about outsiders Dathnor checks his weapons once as he checks his securing line to the carriages roof as he waits on the others