Wilmorn, human male

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[SIZE=+1]Wilmorn[/SIZE] Human Ranger 1
Initiative: +2
Perception: +6
AC: 16 (12 touch; 14 flat-footed)
HP: 12
Current: 11
CMB: +5
CMD: 17
Fort: +3
Ref: +4
Will: +2
In Hand: Morningstar
Conditions: Poisoned, reduced strength (-3),
Medium Encumbrance (+3 dex max, -3 ACP, 20' move)
Favored Enemy:
- Human +2
- Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive and Survival
- Weapon Attack and Damage
- May ID creature untrained (look, it's a human!)
Wild Empathy: 1d20-1
Skills:
Acrobatics +7, Handle Animal +2, K(Dungeoneering) +5, K(Geography) +5, K(Nature)+5, Perception +6, Stealth +6, Survival +6, Survival(Track) +7
Notes for this trip:
Chain shirt (equipped; removed studded leather)
Spider meat x4
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Wilmorn bites his lip as he mulls over Erin's response. With a heavy sigh, he picks up the conversation.
"I'm glad our first encounter was against nature itself, and not against the bandits." Wilmorn shifts the backpack to get a better grip as he continues.
"I've gone on many a hunting trips with Master Martin."The ranger looks out to the distance as he spoke, recollecting odd bits and pieces of his past hunts. Wilmorn's mood visibly lightens as he drones on.
"You know, you seemed very poised back there. Thanks for calling out positions when those spiders jumped us. Were you hurt badly?" Wilmorn takes a moment and looks Erin over, trying to figure out where the spider got the tiefling. He manages a grin for the scouting companion.
"Call me Wilmorn. I don't get too many calling me ser, being who I am."
He catches Kepli's words about the chain shirt, and considers the armor for a moment. Eventually, he nods at Kepli.
"As weak as I am, the extra armor helps." He pauses as he removes his armor and dons the chain shirt, finding it a good enough fit.
"Thank you."