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Growing impatient while the others searched the room for far too long, Calenthang walked to the four closed doors leading to another room and opened them without paying heed to any traps or the like.

Calenthang wasn't about to start questioning the ranger's assessment of the campsite. He followed whoever chose to lead without comment.

Calenthang drew his sword and pointed it in front of him for Laurent to lead the way. While the bard was looking around, the elven hunter kept his eyes peeled for any signs of hostility or secret passages. Stonecunning Spot +4 Knowledge Dungeoneering +3

You're asking for it, sir :p

~ Moot Points ~ The wood elf accepted he needed to bring with him more than his trusty blade, reluctantly. It served him in the past well enough. Sielwoodan gave the party time to re-equip themselves and Calenthang followed Laurent to Lord Morn's manner to acquire a heavy-headed mace; a little...

I prefer full resurrection to be honest. 5,000 gold for the daimond and whatever the spell cost by level is, right? Carry plenty of healing potions and stick close to the clerics/(druid/bard)/rangers and it might never need to come to that...

Maybe.

Calenthang blinked after Teleri and Laurent shared their means of seeing in the dark. After spending so much time in the Underdark, his eyes had adjusted somewhat to the eternal darkness. Explaining that to his companions probably would've taken too much time. "For my part, I have fought with a...

Calenthang shook his friend's hand with a firm grip. He shook his head once to let the ranger know he got his meaning. Laurent was preoccupied and Sielwoodan was ready to head out; Calenthang naturally followed the ranger to the others. When Sielwoodan asked what the group had to fight dark...

Calenthang focused on Sielwoodan, studying him to make sure the ranger knew what he was asking of the hunter. "If fate serves that the last dark elf we see is at my mercy, I will stay my blade long enough for the others to question it, however fruitless. This I will do for you, friend...

Calenthang shook his head to ward off the apology though his honor demanded one. "I do not spurn your counsel, orator Laurent. In fact, I have need of your knowledge..." For the wood elf, that was as close to a request for help as the bard was ever going to see.

Lol, don't worry about it. I think Laurent is perfectly capable of putting two and two together. I don't think Shevarash is a widely known god however, so I would leave it up to his bardic tendencies towards hard to gain knowledge. I could be wrong. Anyway, all he has to do is ask.

Ah, those levels of Dark Hunter make light an unnecessary burden :D

Calenthang cocked an eyebrow at the mention of Shevarash. He had not mentioned his latest conversion so his eyes wandered down to the sword at his hip. The holy symbol was plain as day to any who knew what to look for; the clever bard must have made the connection. "You are wrong, orator...

Calenthang left with the others, sticking close to Laurent since Sielwoodan decided to hang back with Ayden. He is usually so perceptive... he thought of his ranger kin. When the priest did not exit the building to join the others, Calenthang grew agitated. He's holding us up! Sielwoodan headed...

The wood elf tried hard not to narrow his eyes at his friend Laurent for mentioning the surface-dwelling drow. "Dark elves are beyond redemption, friend Teleri," Calenthang stated as fact. Let any that thought different see their friends and family murdered at the hands of drow; only then will...

Calenthang bowed his head at the elven maiden, accepting her thanks. He didn't claim to be an expert, but he was certain the dark elves were only doing what they do best. He grudgingly allowed the abomination to elaborate on his words.

"If these raiders journey from the Underdark and answer to the divine directly, they answer to Lolth, curse the name. I can't think of any cults that would bother with human lands, friend Teleri."

Calenthang couldn't tell if the little wizard was carrying the much-despised tome, but he fooled himself into believing he could feel it, radiating Evil. Powerful enough to corrupt the once goodly gnome. Calenthang didn't have anything to say to Broddy's observation, instead the elven hunter...

Ditto! And a Happy Wednesday to our neighbors to the North and across the Pond :D Well, maybe not across the Pond...