Halfling Ranger
Outlander
I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of
newborn pups.
Ideal. Glory. I must earn glory in battle, for myself and
my clan.
Bond. I suffer awful visions of a coming disaster and will do
anything to prevent it.
Flaw. I am slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and
societies.
Death (session 3): Trampled by a raging mekillot.
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