Ron, The DM:
In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 538):
Morteft and the bowman fly toward each other, the bowman does not show any sign of aggression. Warwick will join Morteft. You all stop at about a 30' distance and the bowman says.
"Hello friend," he says. "Thank you for helping slay these giants. I have been following them, for they raided my adopted village. My name is Ayre Vafir, of the Nocturnal Grove."
Ayre wears a tunic of green and brown, trousers, soft leather boots and gloves.� On his left side, pinned to his tunic, is an oak leaf of silver, inlay with green. � On his wrists are two bracers of silver with gold inlay.� He wears a hooded tunic of green.� On his left side is a sword, a dagger on his right.� Across his back is a quiver and he holds a bow in his hand.� His hair is silver, and comes to his shoulders.
--DM2
Warwick nods. "Ye pack quite a punch with those arrows of ye, Ayre." Warwick takes a closer look at him. "Ye're a druid! And a ranger?" he says with some surprise. "Huh. The ogre ye shot is also a ranger. Ye might want to make with some apologies on that. Luckily, we were all protected with some spells, so ye didn't do any damage."
Warwick is a medium height dwarf with a brown beard and brown eyes. He has a dwarven battle axe and a mace attached to his belt and a light crossbow with a quiver of quarrels slung across his back. He also carries a backpack in which he carries some of the possessions that aren't arrayed on his belt. He wears a gray cloak over his platemail and a helm. Around his neck he wears the holy symbol of Reorx, a hammer striking an axe blade atop an anvil.
He nods to Morteft. "This here's Morteft, a mage of some renown in Calator. Come with us and ye can meet the others. We're an odd collection, but I don't want ye to worry about any of our appearances. The ogre is probably the gentlest soul ye'll ever meet. And the drow is a good egg, too."
Warwick begins to descend slowly towards the others, expecting Morteft and Ayre to keep pace.