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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Digger" data-source="post: 4822647" data-attributes="member: 73964">Adremaal, level 1: Eladrin, Warlock: Init +4: HP 26: Def: AC 16: - 12/15/16  The door opened and for a moment just stayed that way. Then Adremaal stepped in and slowly surveyed the room. He was a tall but fairly unremarkable young Eladrin apart from several odd features. His hair, although shorn quite short, was snowy white in colour; a startling colour above his young looking face. His equipment also told conflicting stories. He wore leather armour, had a longsword strapped to his right side and a sheathed rod of some kind on his left side. To cap it all there was a holy symbol of Corellon hanging at his throat. All this was obvious as he stood there scanning the room, his eyes soft but inquisitive. All at once those eyes brightened and a smile came to his lips. “There you are Ang, I stopped for a moment to look at a strange configuration in the clouds and when I looked up you were gone. But since this was the nearest inn I assumed this was where I would find you.” He walked over and sat down with the others. “A drink would go down very well at the moment. But does anyone have any idea where we are heading to next?”</blockquote>