OOP: A crone is "an ugly, withered old woman", West.

IP: Anavren shocked at his own transformation, and fearful that another party member may suffer the same fate, tries to turn around, motion a warning to the party, and shout for them not to leave the cave entrance.

"Don't leave the entrance! You'll age like me!"

Once Anavren has made his warning, Anvren walks back towards the mouth of the cave, but does not enter. "Duras, I'll do what I can for the party out here, pile the loot, prepare the bodies for burial, and then I'll setup a camp out here. If the party needs anything from town, come to the mouth of the cave and ask me. I'll do what I can from the outside."

After a moment, Anavren asks, "Can anyone use any of my equipment?"

Anavren sighs at his fate. "I thought perhaps the aging effect wouldn't have been active until we passed the invisible wall. I took a gamble and lost. Damn! I wish I could continue to adventure wth you."
Anavren is a tall high elf with typical black hair & green eyes. He stands 5' 5" tall & weighs about 133 lbs. Anavren is dressed in forest colors, studded leather armor, helmet and buckler. He is seldom without his mighty composite shortbow in hand!