<strong>Grolo Feyseeker (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/>Market Yard<br/>Oleg's Trading Post</strong><br/><br/>Analina's curt response elicited a frown from Grolo, but Iradir's explanation brought a smile to his face.  "Oh fine," he said good-naturedly, hopping down off the barrel.  On the ground, Grolo barely came up to Iradir's hip, so he wagged his walking stick as he talked, pointing it up at the Aasimar's chest.  The red cloth wrapped around the smooth wood fluttered with the movement.  "You make a fair point, I'll concede.  But I wouldn't leap to the conclusion that we'll be fighting the Fey.  Unlike kobolds, they are..."  He rubbed his chin exaggeratedly.  "Different.  Yes, downright otherwordly.<em>Dealing</em>with the Fey will be no simple slash'n'burn, mark mine words."<br/><br/>The arrival of Bingley just then diverted Grolo's attention.<br/><br/><em>"As for you, Grolo my boy, I have a ride more suited for our size - my old pony, Maggie. Now, these animals aren't beasts of war, so keep them out of harm's way and bring them back safely, or Erastil help me I'll give your hides a sound thrashing."</em><br/><br/>The bard picked his bow and backpack off of the ground, brushing away the dirt.  "Maggie, is it?" he said, sidling up next to the pony.  "A magnificent creature, Mayor.  You humble me with such a fine steed.  I swear by all the gods and the Fey of the First World, no harm shall come to Maggie.  Not a single hair will be unduly misplaced, no hoof will go unshod, and I will keep her well stocked with a larder of apples and oats!"<br/><br/>With a final flourish, he leaped and mounted the pony.  "Well, let's be off then!  Dear Uria here must needs introduce some kobolds to her pointy stick!"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Grolo Feyseeker (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/>Outside the Kobold Bone Yard<br/>Kamelands</strong><br/><br/>Grolo talked on and off during the journey, at one point dozing in the saddle for nearly two miles before a passing bee startled him awake.  After recovering, he pulled out a pipe and some strange sort of tobacco, smoking idly as the terrain grew rougher.<br/><br/>When they came to the bone yard, Grolo let out a low whistle.  As first Uria, then Iradir and Analina spoke, the Gnome extinguished his pipe and tapped it against the heel of his hand, spilling black ash onto the red-brown dirt.  He dismounted with Maggie's reins in hand and deftly tied them to a nearby shrub that was little more than gnarled deadwood.<br/><br/>"Right, then," he said as the others reached consensus, his tone deadpan.  "I suppose this looks like a good spot for a rest.  I'll go take a nap over on that pile of ribs, the one with the boar skull."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Grolo Feyseeker<br/>Level 1 Gnome Bard</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/><em>Making a joke.</em><br/>HP: 11/11<br/>Subdual: 11/11<br/>Hit Dice: 1d8<br/>Init: +3<br/><br/><strong>Saves</strong><br/>Fort: +2<br/>Reflex: +4<br/>Will: +1<br/><br/><strong>Defense</strong><br/>AC: 13<br/>Touch: 13<br/>Flat: 11<br/>CMD: 9<br/><br/><strong>Offense</strong><br/>Melee: -1<br/>Ranged: +3<br/>Carved Shortbow: 1d4 - 2 , 20 arrows  <br/>Quarterstaff: 1d4/1d4<br/><br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong><br/>Cantrips- ∞<br/>1st - 2/2<br/><br/><strong>Bardic</strong><br/>Bardic Performance: 8/8 Rounds<br/></div></div>