Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
no real reason Whistles innocently:1d100 ⇒ 23
The voices were back raging a chorus in his mind. He bit his tongue literally til his mouth tasted copperlike. He sheepishly and tentively rose after the mayors outburst. He was quickly beginning to dislike the woman which was strange he had liked her a lot when he had first met her about a year ago. Hius fist clenched his jaw tight he fished out a goodberry from his belt pouch and popped it in his mouth only a trickle of blood escaping down the side of his lip as he sat there on the flood eyes narrowed behind the mask.
The man's babling meant nothing to him. and this town... especially the current regime was starting to follow.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Corrins features tensed as Zeldana laid out her idea and his eyes shot immeadeately to the collected nobles and officers of sandpoint. Mask still down he glared at them wordlessly judging them in a way that made it clear how little he now thought of them. He almost spat at their feet but managed to just hold that back. He turned back to Zel settling on one knee one hand slipping up to his mask sliding it up.
His features softened as he stared at her not having the words it seemed to really say the right things.
"Sister in battle though not of blood. Your magic alone is not who you are. Nor are you the only one with issues with Evriani. I do not know what inhabits her body but we will find out. If we have to rip it from her body. I know how hollow it can feel when you discover everything you thought and planned for your life to be gets ripped away and i know what it means to lose loved ones and those close to you without getting to say a proper goodbye. Your Heart brings the group strength not your magics. I'll teach you to dance the spears if you like."
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
"Speaking of thieves... even lucky or incidtental thieves."
He cut in pushing off the wall and stalking to near Zeldana. He placed he hoped a placating hand on her shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. He cleared his throat.
"We recognize that as Jorns form his body and yet not Jorn. Not the guard who gave his everything for this town and its people, not the man who took over for the sheriff in a time of chaos when forces sought to overthrow the very town and put all of us to rout and ruin? And yet we argue whether its moral to return the real jorn back to life in his body? By your logic i should luckily go found your houses wealth and line Zel's pockets or Yeda's after all its just their luck to have found your wealth in their things, only right they should get to keep it right? since it awas all luck."
He scowled and paced back and forth for once thankful the voices were quiet.
"It Doesnt matter how or why this not Jorn resides in Jorns form. All that matters is It is not Jorn."
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
"I am not abandoning them Dewdrop. The Mayor made it clear that...."
The elven druid hair wild the dark green forest dye wearing out just enough to the see the brown beneath. His pacing grew more frantic for a moment then he snarled placing his spears in their holsters on dewdrops saddlebags, he grabbed his temporary non enchanted mask and marched into the mayors proceeding his mask down over his face.
while there wasnt a melee or spell slinging going on this was a fight to be sure. Hw strode into the room took a step to the left and leaned against the wall arms crossed over his chest. That was as close as he was willing to go at this moment.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
rusty dragon:
Corrin stood in front of his blood sister his back to her holding his cloak out wide as she fixed her shirt hurriedly. His mind wandered to Shalelu. He hadnt seen her since she lead them to thistletop, he would have thought after they had cleared it twice essentially she might pop in at least and say hi. His ears twitched thinking on it. As they made their way back to the mayors his mood soured.
This whole NonJorn thing bothered him a lot. Especially since some folks seemed to think they where being immoral. They were not advocation the foreign Jorn's death but it was clear the soul that was in Jorns body didnt seem to belong there. taking a finger to try and restore the real jorn seemed very minor to him, escpecially since there was magic to fix that. I guess he should start asking each person he traveled with to what level they wanted him to attempt to help them. If ressurecting or restoring to life was immoral to them. He pat Dewdrops neck as they neared the mayors place again this time he stood outside with the elk close enough to hear somewhat if they needed him.
He didnt like how the mayor had yelled at them or treated them. They had proven their loyalty and desire to help the city more than enough, yet she treated them like rough uncouth mercenaries.
"Hollar if you need me."
He told his friends crouching near Dewdrop whittling wood.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Corrin and Yeda:
"magic broke it."
He added simply looking about the place for spears or sickles study wooden shields doing his best to not pay too much attention to the rude smith, lest he punch him in the face. He was desperately trying to avoid the urge for violence lest the voices start whispering again.
"Do you know any magical folk who enchant weapons in this town?"
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
The snake slowly and awkwardly looking changed forms and Corrin cracked his neck slowly sliding the mask up. He let his gaze fall upon the lords especially the scarnetti. His gaze narrowed. he waited to Zel had her say and just merely added...
"Thanks for the support next time trouble happens find new heros."
He stepped out eager to be away from the room and those arrogant humans. Short sighted fools.
"Some new home... cant even do whats right. Huma...."
He began to Dewdrop making a chagrinned face. He didnt mean that really he knew some pretty decent humans, his sister, Ol Daven, Jarl and the rest of the Purrens, his friends and party members of course.
"Shall we go se about Mar'du Yeda? a walk will clear Dewdrops mind. He's so angry right now. look how his tail wiggles ever so slightly."
He said stroking the very calm and placcid elks head by the ears.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
He tried to calm himself and succeeded partially if only because Loxley put a calming hand on his shoulder and for Zel. He wasnt entirely sure if harming the body was the best option if they needed it. The man wasnt going to willingly give up a finger or toe or whatever peice they asked for.... so holding him down might be needed.... His eyes widened and his grin grew.. he focused on his connection to nature and he began to transfrom slowly into a very large and long reptillian form he coiled patiently his eyes locked on the form in front of him. 'Notjorn' his tongue sticking out momentarily to taste the dsmells in the air. He was now a very large sixed python.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Somehow despite not seeming to pay attention Corrin suddenly rose sharpened spear in hand. He cracked his neck and nonchalantly slid the mask down over his face.
Now he knew that act was pointless that the mask wasnt even a placebo anymore. He needed to get the enchanted mask asap before he embroiled his soul in darkness, but fake Jorn wouldn't know that... hell real jorn might not. His lip twitched as for a moment audible only to him a cacophony of voices screaming for blood and death whispered in his earsa he shut his eyes and focused them away.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Like a strange ghost or spirit Corrin sat in the corner of the meeting room crouched down leaning back into the corner idly playing with the tip of one of his spears His mask rest atop his head like a strange mask. Dewdrop was sitting outside placidly in the shade enjoying the salt in the breeze.
His mind wasnt on the problem with Jorn though he supposed it should be. Nothing about the last few weeks made sense to him. so many mysteries so many world chattering complex things. He felt it ... like a faint breeze wafting through a dense forest. the faintest of whispers played on his mind when they spoke of ressurecting Jorn. he was about to vehemently dey killing the drunkard when it was suggested just taking a peice. The faint whispering died down as he felt himself taking a deep breath. He hadnt realized he had been holding his breath.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
He began to look around while the others looked at the skeleton. A cave beneath the lair above... interesting and there were good odds the treasure was that was mentioned in the dwarven journal above might be about somewhere he looked for signs of something hidden slavers were like pirates right? and pirates buried their loot.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Gunners quick healing earlier had done wonders to the ripped and torn face of the young druid... he stared at the 2nd destroyed mask slightly rocking on the ground. He glanced up to Loxley it was unclear if he had heard her.
"Im pretty far from okay.... I can fell it.... slipping from my hands like sand through your fingertips. Violance only stretgthens the unspeakable. I hasten our doom it seems with each trial we come across. But i have to fight.. thats the rub of it. If i die its just as over. Whaveever it was you did... dont do it again. I dont think my mind could stand the strain of it."
He rose grabing the ripped mask it was after all a gift made by his friend. and his spears.
"We shouldnt dally. We have to fins the body of The kinslayer... and we should recover that treasure. I think we all need to ....."
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
roll:1d100 ⇒ 83
As The beasts head rolled across the floor and folks began to get their motion back the druid mauled but healed his 2nd mask made bu his friends all but destroyed came out of his rage panting scowling swearing... and then dropped to the ground sobbing. If he wasnt prone on the ground taking in great heaves of breath he looked like he would rocking back and forth.
Y galon. Gorfod dod o hyd i'r berthnasau sy'n lladd y galon ac yn gyflym. Mae'r lle hwn yn ddrwg .... tywyll. Dylid ei ddinistrio. Gorfod dod o hyd i'r galon... angen gadael i ffoi....
elven:
The heart. Have to find the kin slayers heart and fast. This place is evil.... dark. Should be destroyed. Have to find the heart... need to leave to flee....
He whispered loudly in his particular dialect of elven.Concern and fear etched on his face.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
He Seethed withing every ounch of his willpower screaming for his body to move his face a rictus of anger fear and pain.
"Strike Corrin Strike! End this creature before it hurts you further hurts your friends. Its teh enemy you thrice blessed coward strike! "
Despite all his rage His arm stood stock still.... stature moved more. a thin single tear trickles from one eye the effort ot move almost causing pain. Something would pay for this, if he ever broke free of the curse that held him still like an angry statue. he was failing everyone again. His friends, his family, hell the whole of the world.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
The 17 TOUCH attack missed? oof
He growled at the monster snarling in its face as he pulled the spear back and again struck hard He started to curse in unintelligible Elven as the creature faded just as he struck.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
He snarled at the creature since his first blows seemed pointless. Hearing Zeldanas decree only futhered his desire to put an end to the thing. He swung and stabbed hard focused on not much else.
"I said RUN you stupid thing."
He growled out in his mind tacitly aware that Yeda had slid by getting the beast somewhat pincered. It was attempting to use magic to what reason he wasnt sure they just needed to bleed it.. to smangle it.. to cut it into ribbons.. He needed to anther in its hot steaming blood he needed to... His mind contiunued to rage to scream obscenities at the creature He nknelt down gripping his spear tightly as he exploded forward with a heavy thrust peircing hte beasts hide and holding it steady enough for him to lash the flaming blade in his other hand across the beasts skin the magical fire of the blade searing through its flesh. To his friends and allies his face was a stone mask no hints of fear emotion or anything really present just the mechanical thrust and step forward slashing the flaming blade across the beast.
Rage6/7 hp 73/75 thanks for the flank and the song and the magic weapon spell lox!
@ Yeda did you add the bard inspiring us to your hit and damage? every +1 helps
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Pain so much pain... and fear filled him. The crushing knowledge that he had failed and failed hard froze him in place for a moment even as he felt the hand of the cleric heal almost all of the damage with but a touch. He didnt know what hte beast was he just knew it wasnt natural. They had to get out, they were the heroes of the city....
"run!"
He spat out some of his own blood torwards the creature chanting a spell to give him a little bit more of a chance to slow it down....he dropped his spear and called on natures fury to grant him the means to really catch the damn things attention.. as a slightly curved blade of pure fire flared to life in his hand...He reached up to make sure the mast was pulled down to hide the snarl on his face as he began to rage4.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
His hand already hovered near his mask as he felt the tingle of the magic dweomer fading. At the sound of the growl the mask did slide down and he tightened his grip on his spear. His spearhand moved blocking Zeldana from advancing for a moment. he set his feet and tumbled into the room planting his feet and guiding his spear head torwards the sound of the growl incase what ieve it was charged.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Everything was fine. he cut the ears off of all goblins found distasteful as it might seem. when they dropped down the strage ruins is where his nervousness finally started to show, His head was in motion constantly as if searching for something not there, his head tilted to the side often as if listening... The only voice he heard in his mind so far was his own. and thank the gods for that. He definitely spent way more time with the bugbear collecting his ears seperate contemplating taking his head even smouldering as it were. He remembered someone said Shelalu and the bugbear were the bitterest of enemies and rivals. She may appreciate the gross token.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Spear drawn mask just right above his eyes... (despite the fact he was usre it was just for show now not enchanted with the proper protections) He kept a wary eye as they decended.
perception:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
"you know.. its gross but wasnt there like a bounty on goblin ears in town? if we run across the bodies again...and why wouldnt we we could give them a snip?
He said figiting. He hoped the voices were gone... that whatever it was that whispered in his mind the last time was somehow long gone...
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
to Loxley
"Tommorrow then i will fly down and see whats there"
He paused frowning at nothing he glanced over his shoudler and spoke to the pretty light haired long lost noble.
"im delaying. I dont want to go back to those catacombs there was something down there something fel and evil. It whispered to me during our last trip down there.... im afraid it might be what got into Evrani. I need to get the kinslayers heart though. Honor demands that much and I wont let my blood sister down.
He said lowly kicking a rock over the edge of the cliff face. He saw sazzat about to climb up the handholds in the wall and nodded sliding his mask down over his face... it wasnt enchanted to protect him anymore. He needed to do that and quickly. He risked his sould becoming tainted for sure without those protections.... but the habit of the mask being down calmed him.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
He listned to the others while daydreaming about throwing the boat off the edge of the cliff. He knelt near the others while the discussed this ship and its treasures...
"You know i wonder if this beast he describes was the one we killed in the water to save Yeda? It looked big enough."
He walked to the edge of the cliff face slowling near the edge in case the ground wasnt as stable here. He looked down to the water and tilted his head... man that was a fall.
"its really high up now that im looking at it. I think there was a bit of luck invovled that i didnt splatter myself intot the water when i jumped down after you Yeda eh?"
a stiff ocean breeze whirled by him and he shivered slightly.
"and this wind ... You know we ought to like go down there and check for the treasure.. i dont think the sea monster that was guarding it is still with us... man i really wanted like the head of that thing... or one of the tusks.....
He looked about the place and sighed... they had certainky went through a lot of troubles here now that he thought about it. and eventually they would have troubles here again. The goblins at some point were sure to retrun here unless he could convince the town to send a small force to restore the keep here. It was just far enough away from the city though who would want to make this trek on occosions or work on all the work to restore it not to mention the money it would take.
"I still cant believe i jumped from all the way up here and hit that creature in the water with my spear... i wish i could have seen it from your perspectives.. I barely reemeber the win rushing past my face as i plummeted like a spear hiolding comet down....
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
The urge to push the boat the edge and back into the sea is strong but he manages to just barely not try to push it.... He tilts his head and watches the party investigate things.. pausing and studying Gunnar a moment balanced on the balls of his feet in case something was very wrong witht he human... but he managed to work himself through it it seemed.
"Everything...... okay?" He asked hand hovering near his new mask.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Not really paying attention the bones he was still curious about the boat. He had after all never been on one. they were... intruiging. He circled it once twice a third time... checking it for any holes in the bull or obvious cracks of gaps.... He then looked for the best place to flip it over so it was hull down.... finding a spot he crouched getting a good grip and he did his best to heave it up and over onto its proper side.
Str chck:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
He wastn even sure if he distrubed the dirt built around it.... maybe he could use the oar like a prydar for better leverage?
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
"RIght ... the boat!
He began helping pull up those that needed pulled up and then leading the way to his newest discovery.... he was not as careful as he probably should have been considering the amount of trouble they had to this point.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
"Ive got practice flying at least... I'll do it.."
He offered waiting for the cleric to cast the spell... once it was in place her leaped into the air holding the rope willing hismelf to fly to the best looking spot to hammer a piton in with he rope.
He pointed back near the bridge
"Dewdrop buddy... guard that bridge will you?"
No sense in his best friend taking another tumble from this place
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
Gogmurt is the goblin druid of this region and my brother. Well druid brother. He asked us to rid the goblin tribe he served as druid for from the poison at the top of it and we did.
He started crossing the bridge double and triple checking their work on the lines. He wanted no repeat of their earlier troubles. If and when he safely made it across he motioned across to the others to come across
...
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
"it looks clear...doesnt mean it is clear perhaps we wait on the music til we are sure its empty.... or until they attack. Keep your eye out for Gogmurt. I saw a few druid signs about i didnt notice before. He may still be about."
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
corrin:
That boat was passing strange.. he circled lower and lower, til he swooped by it a little over 15 feet off the ground he made a 2nd pass just in case then rose to the air again heading back torwards his friends making note of its location by the former goblin stronghold...
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
His eyes strained most of the day looking about... for what he didnt say. Goblins? elven rangers? Berries to eat it was hard to say. He did his best to not just ride through the wild undergrowth aware his friends would have far less luck moving through the foilage. He paused studying the bridge with a very very critical eye. A slight smile alit his face when he saw something low in the nettles. A good sign.. a hopeful one.
It was good to see Gogmurt had perhaps rethought his last words. There was still hope.
perception:1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 - 2 = 19 "It looks clear of troubles still... but wait here I will be right back... Guard them Dewdrop."
He ordered his faithful elk mount and went running torwards the edge of the cliff leaping up and mid leap turning into an owl soaring into the air couting along the bride and then the other side looking for trouble.
Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/2 Init +2/ HP 61/63 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +8/R +3/W +7 /CMB +8 - CMD 19/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+12 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2
He blinked at the man beside Zel. He was well armored compared to well most of them. The starknives were interesting. Corrin had seed folks carry them all of them carrying that same symbol on Gunnars chest. Father Zantus had sent him along so Corrin figured he was trustworthy.
"hi hi hi I'm Corrin Whisperwind. This is Dewdrop.
