Borthan Zuek
Half-Drow Ranger
AC: 14 HP: 29/29
PP: 14 PIv: 9 PIs: 12
Conditions:
Concentrating on:

The Seventh Day- Cell

Borthan looked at the guard, then over at Sarith, then to Dworic, then finally stands up, stretching far enough to elicit a pop from his back before stepping forward. He moves to the door, keeping his gaze down as his anger rose. Mutt meat. The gray dwarven word for half-elf wasn't exactly positive, but it carried a bit more respect than the doggerel insults of the guard. I'm going to make you remember my real name before I send you to meet your queen. He thought while staring at the guard's boots.