| Alvis looked up as he finished the design he had been carving in the ground. The emeralds on his dark green robe shone faintly against the darkness.
"I will go East as well. I am prepared for artifical magical assaults, rather than natural."
He joined the other eastbound hunters, keeping his mind's eye open for undead - if the dragon ambushed them, he'd be the first to run. No sense in standing next to meter-long claws. |