Aadin Lofgred, 3rd Level Human Runethane
As Kalythar finishes his meditation, Aadin looks up from his study of Lothan's Treatise, and casually puffs out a cloud of smoke. Gingerly climbing to his feet, he walks towards the pale Litorian, and says quietly,
"Hold on Kalythar, I fear there are more Rhodin about - you may need some protection."
He carefully inscribes a figure on the Litorian's upper arm. The sigil glows a dull crimson.
"I hope that's of some help... I'm afraid I'll be somewhat useless if we are attacked again."
He chews at his pipe stem, and draws deeply, frowning at his pipe. The light drizzle makes it hard to keep the pipe lit, but Aadin seems to draw some comfort from it. He stares somewhat pensively into the darkness of the grasslands.
As Kalythar finishes his meditation, Aadin looks up from his study of Lothan's Treatise, and casually puffs out a cloud of smoke. Gingerly climbing to his feet, he walks towards the pale Litorian, and says quietly,
"Hold on Kalythar, I fear there are more Rhodin about - you may need some protection."
He carefully inscribes a figure on the Litorian's upper arm. The sigil glows a dull crimson.
"I hope that's of some help... I'm afraid I'll be somewhat useless if we are attacked again."
He chews at his pipe stem, and draws deeply, frowning at his pipe. The light drizzle makes it hard to keep the pipe lit, but Aadin seems to draw some comfort from it. He stares somewhat pensively into the darkness of the grasslands.