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The old man allowed a soft, thoaty chuckle to fall from his lips at the mention of a lack of bedding. He wasn't concerned, as it seemed at his age, sleep came no matter how uncomfortable or precarious the position. At the mention of the creature they were stalking and the sudden flash of...

The moment Asana's hand touched the old man, his chest filled with breath, as if a doll had been rekindled to life by the warmth of the touch. A raspy voice replied almost immediately; "I am up..." Trailing off, as the soft violet eyes fell upon the walking stick at his side and beneath the...

Aramil could only watch in silence as the bow was gripped and Asana judged it in the darkness. The old man smiled softly beneath his hood as the conversation continued and he nodded his understand as the familiar was brought fourth and Asana went off to find a new crutch for him. The moment...

"A druid would be too convenient I'm afraid..." The raspy voice of the old figure cut sharply into the relative silence of the area in response to Asana's question. The brown robed figure crept slowly, his back hunched heavily as he stepped out of the shadow of a nearby tree. The enigmatic...

The old man seemed content that he was left alone and not surprisingly did nothing to draw attention to himself. He simply turned his horse, his back facing the orcs and their drow leader and trotted the horse slowly away from the scene. Nodding to himself, beneath the shadows of his hood...

The old man was waiting patiently outside the gates, with Rand hopefully in tow, when Baros and Asana returned with several mounts, ready to set off. The old man was ever the disgruntled, quiet figure they had come accustomed to on the journey, his words with Rand seemingly a private exchange...

While Rand spoke, the old man went about his usual business of teetering slightly in the saddle, as if the struggle to hold himself up was becoming too much. Though he said nothing of it, the journey had begun to take its toll on him. He gave a long moment of thought to everything that Rand...

As the horse trotted along, the old man finally slowed it to a stop, feeling Rand close behind him. Finally, he allowed himself to straighten up slightly, revealing that he had not drifted off into yet another slumber. He let the facade slip for the moment, taking his attention away from the...

The old man failed to move, or show any signs of impression at all at the goings on. Between the random appearances of multiple people, and the interesting, if vague conversations that seemed to posess the group, he seemed genuinely uninterested in any of it. When all was said and done, Fang...

When all had suddenly arrived in the clearing, the old man was surprisingly undaunted by the teleportation. Maintaining a calm demeanor, he casually trotted his horse around the immediate area, his eyes roaming over the ground constantly as he completely ignored the rest of the group. It would...

The old man's head dipped forward in a barely perceptible nod, the shadows of hood continuing to shroud his face as he led his horse slowly to his prisoner. Once more he took up the rope, holding the bound cultist and he gave some thought to what he might do with his prize. It would be...

Hearing Asana's words, the old man nudged his horse slowly forward, dragging his catch slowly behind him through the dirt. He stopped once the barely conscious cultist lay next to Lox and with a groan of effort, reached back and untied the rope in order to let it fall from his mount, leaving...

The Old Man had been distracted with thoughts of just what to do with the captured cultist. He certainly didn't want to drag him around the rest of the way. And they needed more information if they were to combat this unknown creature. The answer was obvious, but he suspected the others would...

With a snort the old fellow on his mount awoke noisily. His lips smacking beneath the shadows of his hood, which swayed back and fourth across the temple entrance. Seeing the remainder of the party having made their way toward the temple grounds it was clear Aramil did not entirely agree with...

With all the clamour of checking bodies and new arrivals, the weary old traveler was not one to draw attention to himself. Asleep in the saddle, it should be no surprise. The journey was not a short one, and he was old. It would eventually take its toll on his body, leaving him weary and in...