Aust Thale
Adventurer
Falen:
The switch from diplomacy and bluffing to combat has Falen mildly disheveled, but he adjusts when the statue comes to life. He draws his dagger, an unusual, extra long shiny black blade. The weapon is sleek, clearly elven (perhaps Drow) craftsmanship. It's balanced and looks...almost...evil. He visage goes stone cold, as he whips his cloak behind his tightly fitting chain shirt. He flips the knife so as to hold it by its blade, just under the pommel. He surveys the battlespace. "Get away from it. Move now. My weapon is effective but not just on the creature."
The switch from diplomacy and bluffing to combat has Falen mildly disheveled, but he adjusts when the statue comes to life. He draws his dagger, an unusual, extra long shiny black blade. The weapon is sleek, clearly elven (perhaps Drow) craftsmanship. It's balanced and looks...almost...evil. He visage goes stone cold, as he whips his cloak behind his tightly fitting chain shirt. He flips the knife so as to hold it by its blade, just under the pommel. He surveys the battlespace. "Get away from it. Move now. My weapon is effective but not just on the creature."