The road to Veroigne
Balir pivots on his heel, and marches back to put himself between the roaring and the rest of the party. His axe is in hand, and ready, as he waits to see what might appear. He chats a bit as he takes position.
"What do you think it is?"
"I have not heard quite that roar before."
"It came from over there."
[Private to GM: Made the PER roll by 2.
13:23, Today: Secret Roll: Balir Ironhide rolled 10 using 3d6. Balir PER 12.]