<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/cufAK5/Elven_archer2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Drellos Lokien<br/><strong>HP:</strong>43/44<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><hr/>Once having gathered no reaction from the Yeti's any further shuffling of the snow beneath his feet would seem rather foolish and came to an abrupt end. It was then that a harsh shiver rattled through his slender but muscular frame. It had been a long while since he'd been in such harsh cold conditions and he hadn't so acutely recalled the potential dangers of the climate. Having not replaced his boots before taking this trek he could feel them now. Cold, moist, and gradually frosting over. It was painful enough to effect him. He could feel the racking ache within his feet already. Still, he shook it off, and opted to press on of course. They had a mission to attend to and a purpose to fulfill. His allies were right. He at least agreed with Mournecutter and Syra. Not to say he disagreed with Goruka but simply put he followed no gods. Giving himself a quick rub down he then began to trudge through the snow once more in the direction of the peak of the mountain upon which they stood. "Let us not waste time then. Best we discovered the truth in case the weather turns further for the worst."<br/><br/>As he passed between two Yeti the guttural growl of Shaala could be heard over the low hiss of the passing mountain winds, her own steps a bit slower paced than his, not as forgiving and relaxed as himself. "Come." He said pointedly. Completely calm or not she was sure to follow obediently and without causing issue and quickened her pace a moment. Just enough to trot along by his side.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Fort Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-10-04 19:44:51, Endwell (uid: 62091) rolls: 1d20k1 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=108386) + 6 = 10 = Shoulda wore my mountain climbing boots...</div></div>