Renolf's eyes woke with the grumble of interrupted slumber and he cursed to himself in elvish, growling with contempt at the savage goblinoids assaulting their group. Grabbing his belt and strapping it on as he rolled to his feet, Renolf got it secured and pulled open a pouch with a near fumble of his fingers.<br/><br/>Hearing the orders barked from the South of them, he slapped his cheek, drew his rapier, and called out to the group in a less-than-pleased voice, "<strong>Their leader is to the south!</strong>"<br/><br/>Groggy and angry, he readied himself for battle.