Girion Valtar
Girion nods at the warrior-priest's words. "I am ever at the service of the Lady of the Forests. Indeed, as a Ranger of Urnst, it is my duty to see if these portents are true."
He turns to his horse, and takes from his saddle-horn a long sword in a plain leathern scabbard. He belts it around his waist, and adjusts the hilt's angle slightly. He then speaks, his tone all business. "I do not claim to know as much about undead as Elwydd. But we should at least stock up on holy water, and oil flasks if we are to face them. Also, even those of us who prefer blade-work should carry a cudgel, mace, or hammer, in case we face animated skeletons."
Girion nods at the warrior-priest's words. "I am ever at the service of the Lady of the Forests. Indeed, as a Ranger of Urnst, it is my duty to see if these portents are true."
He turns to his horse, and takes from his saddle-horn a long sword in a plain leathern scabbard. He belts it around his waist, and adjusts the hilt's angle slightly. He then speaks, his tone all business. "I do not claim to know as much about undead as Elwydd. But we should at least stock up on holy water, and oil flasks if we are to face them. Also, even those of us who prefer blade-work should carry a cudgel, mace, or hammer, in case we face animated skeletons."