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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...

Finally having mounted his horse, he heard Rand approach and brought the horse around slowly. Hearing the words, the old man actually chuckled softly beneath his heavy-set hood. The amusement in his voice marked the most jovial expression since he joined the party. "I can't say that it was...

The aged figure had managed to trot his horse slowly to the outter husk of buildings that the battle was taking place in. He certainly wasn't interested in getting his hands 'dirty' and maintained what he thought a safe distance, while waiting for the others. Had he noticed one of the cultists...

Ever the withdrawn member of the party, the aged figure simply remained upon his mount, away from the others. He was watching the events unfold from the scouting spot they'd taken up earlier. Lightly patting the neck of his horse, he waited rather patiently for the fighting to erupt. An odd...

The aged figure simply watched on, shrouded in what little mystery he could find in the shadows of his hood. He had casually slid the long oak staff from its place on his mount and now let it rest across his lap as he sat, observing the group. Not surprisingly, he didn't make any motion to...

When they finally came to what was the temple district the elderly figure was not exactly pleased to see the flicker of torches and the battered remains of the dome. Despite Barros calling for quiet, he audibly groaned, quite displeased with the idea of already having to dirty their hands. One...

Despite his clearly weary, and beaten body, the old fellow was more than lucid and quickly realized the method behind Rand's catching up with him. Beneath the hood he smiled softly, appreciative of the gesture. His hands clutched the reins as if for dear life, beneath the overlapping cloth of...

The aged figure listened as Baros directed them, and then slowly, almost painfully raised one shaky foot into the stirrup of his horse. With a heavy grunt, his hands gripping the saddlehorn and pulled himself up, throwing his other leg over the saddle. Once seated, he slumped down, clearly...

He listened intently as Baros explained that there was a nearby chapterhouse. The elderly figure fell quickly sent, contemplating the journey to the place, and more importantly what they might find on their arrival. It wasn't until Baros offered the canteen that he snapped back to the here and...

Watched as the horse whom he had briefly touched was quickly silenced and the old figure groaned audibly with displeasure at the sight. He had truly wanted to see the robes of the wizard, sullied with ash. Though, he quickly dismissed the thought, and all thought of the arrogant wizard for...

With the arrival of yet another keen adventurer, the weary old figure seemed to grow more burdened. A soft dry cough echoing from the empty shadows of his hood as he sat, almost swaying against the shattered husk of the building. Though, his apparently poor health was not enough to keep him...

The cloaked figure seemed to wave off the introductions of all involved, he found little interest in their names and titles. His interest lay in what remained of the town, and in the back of his mind how each of these people might serve his purpose for the time being. His frame moved with the...

"...And your people are any better?" Came the bitter, almost condescending voice from one of the burnt out husks of a building. "Hmph. Elvish arrogance." The speaker soon revealed himself, stepping from behind the corner of a building that was little more than rubble, as if the shadows...