Grabhar, HP59/59, AC 32/F27/T21 Saves: F5 R9 W6
Grabhar stretches his sinewy arms out wide and draws his spear to lean on while he waits for the others. his brown clothing looks old and tattered in the morning sun and his volumious hooded cloak hides both his mass of golden locks and impressive wings with little difficulty. Looking over at the sniveling boy who was so kind to pay them up front, there isn't a hint of empathy or compassion for his suffering in the spearsages deep blue eyes. "So which way are we heading young master? I'll take a quick scout that way while the others gather their things for the trek through the woods. Do you have some kind of map to the beasts' lair, or a set of landmarks I can see from above?"
Grabhar stretches his sinewy arms out wide and draws his spear to lean on while he waits for the others. his brown clothing looks old and tattered in the morning sun and his volumious hooded cloak hides both his mass of golden locks and impressive wings with little difficulty. Looking over at the sniveling boy who was so kind to pay them up front, there isn't a hint of empathy or compassion for his suffering in the spearsages deep blue eyes. "So which way are we heading young master? I'll take a quick scout that way while the others gather their things for the trek through the woods. Do you have some kind of map to the beasts' lair, or a set of landmarks I can see from above?"
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