Blind Azathoth
Explorer
Roland sinks down behind the box of vile, fetid smells and sighs in relief as the weight is taken off his leg. "Well, it is good to know that at least some of us have made it alright to whatever this place might be...it gives me hope that we will be able to find the others." At Livingston’s words about Kelemvor, Roland frowns. "Yes...it is the same for me and Tymora. I cannot channel her powers, which I attempted to do after wounding my leg. I would appreciate any nonmagical help you could offer, brother."
