Athelstan
OOC:
Matt's been really busy working. I sent him the results of the PER roll via e-mail, but he must not have had time to respond. I'm going to presume to post for Athelstan, with apologies to Mr. Matt if I post anything he didn't want known.
IC:
As Skáth makes his way around the party, Athelstan straightens from his 'harvest' of ingredients and looks warily around the camp.
"Didn't we kill five of these creatures? I could swear that was my count as we were attacked. Yet now I see six lying on the ground."
Sure enough, when the rest of the party (those not out scouting, anyway) looks around you see another bug man lying on his stomach, an arrow jutting from his thoracic cavity clearly the cause of death. He would have been just on the fringes of the battle when he bought it.