Thrang Hymnir, gnome sorcerer, HP 7/7, AC 17 (touch 13)
Watching his fellows check out the problem on the road nearby, Thrang just keeps ready for any signs of danger. He can't help with any barriers that might be in the way, but when the taskmaster calls out, Thrang springs forward to see where this new threat is coming from!
Moving a bit closer to the front, Thrang checks his heavy crossbow to make sure a bolt is secured on the stock. He also mutters some deep, throaty words of magic, incanting a spell of personal defense; feeling the strands of magic tug at his blood, and gesturing to pull those strings into place as a protective sheath.
[sblock=ooc]Moving 10 feet closer to the front of the caravan, and casting Mage Armor on himself. Improves his AC from 13 to 17.[/sblock]